When you were here, you saw the us,

And know it not, for you were near.

But when you’re here, you heard the us,

And know it not, for you were here.

The monument, composed of them.

In life, they learn through cabbage heads and phlegm.

But what they know is shared at cost.

As life, around, their souls compost.

But he, alone, the thoughts are lost.

The outcome, all, it has this post.

The soulful struggle brings unknown,

Whereas combined, these souls, a broken stability.