Never Forgotten

The grandfathers, the pious water carriers and greasy godfearing butchers,
stayed in their cemeteries across the ocean.
But they are not really separated; they are apart of us.
In every breath we take we remember the ones oh so far away;
Burried underneath the holy dirt they lie until the time comes to return.
They have gone on to a better place while we stay here to continue.
We go on because they have lived and fallen.
"What would they have done?" we ask without a response.
Their faces, carved into our minds, will never fade.