Will they remember us long after we are gone?
Will they remember our love?
How it did not wax cold but continue on
Though experiences scared us?
Ink was our life's blood
Pages our soul.
Will they remember our generation
Unafraid to speak our hearts
Breathing life to dreams
And death to doubts
Will they hold our words up to the light?
And say "He penned this. She penned that"
Will we snuff out our voices?
And cripple our sparks?
Will they call us fighters?
That we stood on the battlefield of these pages and not concede
Will they sing that we lost the battle
But ultimately won the war
That writer's and their pens will live forever more..
©sparrow28
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