No...

[myself]

I could not accept her death

I denied it

And I said, ‘Heroes don’t die’

I kept silent

When they announced her death to me

I said nothing

I hid the tears that appeared in my eyes

I preferred to go for a walk on the seashore

They did not disturb me as I was looking at the sea

I watched the sun set and die in the sky on fire

And I wondered, shall a new sun appear tomorrow

And follow the same path on the sky?

Dawn rose and morning made its appearance

Lighting the way before me

And I wished to help the sun rise

And let a new beginning start

The new day was starting and nobody seemed to care

About the death of a human being anymore

Even better, for to me she is not dead

She still lives, in every sentence she’s written

To how many people are we not dead

While still physically living?

When they ignore, forget or don’t care about us

And about what we do?

In the morning I was tired of feeling any pain or sadness

I was tired after a restless night

But if she was brave enough to die

I should be strong enough to get over my feelings

And, after all,

Heroes don’t die -

They live in history...