Names.
And the power they hold.
Oh, all the names.
Of those who won't ever have their stories told.
Names.
The ones that break the mould.
Names.
Of the brave and the bold.
Names.
That hear a person's scold.
Names.
Worth their weight in gold.
Names.
Ones that many foretold.
Names.
Of those whose bodies are now cold.
Names.
Like those of marigold.
Names.
That give the future foothold.
Names.
Names that around you, enfold.

So I ask,
Will your name be told?