FicWad

The room I sit in is empty.
No one to hear my cries of sorrow.
I'm the only one left.
My friends, they are all gone.

Here, so many memories lie.
Songs were sung.
Wine was drunk, and
Plans of revolution were made.

We all dreamt of a new beginning.
A world of greatness.
A world of freedom.
But we fell. My friends fell.

I still hear their voices.
Singing of the revolution.
But their ghosts are the only remains.
I'm still alone.

My friends, I miss you.
But I know you are in a better place.
Your passion never dies.
Your hearts still go on.

A/N I don't know why I'm writing this. I'm just stressed because it's nearly 5 am and in a few hours I will be getting my exam results. So I will probably be spending all day curled up in a ball crying.