When all is said and done

And when all is said and done is what is left at the end worth the sacrifice we made?

A chance to see the sacrifice others have made before us.
Still we marvel at how we have survived this deluge of sorrow, if the friends we once ached to see remember our triumphs, do they matter at all?

How much of them remain in us?

How still must one be to dissolve into history?

Surely we believe nothing is forgotten every sound rings as church bells adrift for eternity surely we believe good deeds travel as Song to good souls and morals rewrite themselves according to men and women.