Don't Bring Your Guns To Town.

I cannot cry, yet I mourn. I mourn for your loss of longing. I mourn for the potential you no longer see in yourself. You occupied a seat of aspiration molding my characteristics. A protecting barrier you developed, encompassing me with your security. You held your head high as an individual refusing conformity. Please look at your self. Please see all that you are capable of. Know I love you, yet I doubt that you have achieved your greatest accomplishments. The future is in your hands, and lives will change from it.