For All of Boston
I send this to the one's lost
To the ones without a voice
To the ones who sacrificed at a great cost
To the ones who weren't allowed a choice
To those who will be given tearful recognition
To those who will shine in the shadows
To those who have lost in life's battles
To those who deserve praise and exclamation
For who was hurt and scared
For who has cried and screamed
For who was vulnerable and bared
For who was angry and reamed
I send you my words
So my blessings for you can be heard
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