Sacred Brother of the "Wall"
of you my poems I write
I've seen your eyes and heard your call
long into the night.
Do others only see the bronze
the marble with its lines of men?
Or are they Brothers just like me,
remembering a long lost friend.
My debt to you my dying words
my promise I will keep
"The Power of Words", my gift from you
to help another sleep.
Sacred Brother of the "Wall"
let me reach out with my heart
to touch another and help them heal
the first step is the start.
I'll gladly carry anothers pack
my time is not yet through
I owe these Brothers on the 'Wall"
Wolf Brother...I owe you.