“The Light Beyond the Tunnel”
He was my dearest –not by age, but by soul.A brother whose laughterechoed like home,whose shadow I followedlike a compass in fog. We sparred in jest,never in war.He taught me…
He was my dearest –not by age, but by soul.A brother whose laughterechoed like home,whose shadow I followedlike a compass in fog. We sparred in jest,never in war.He taught me…