• When I first met you, you where only a memory
    I child sacrificed to god
    I was 14 and you were buried and gone

    It was winter on Boston and I was listening to your story
    A young man, a solder, a Jew, alone
    Gave his life to save his friends

    I never forgot,
    I never could,
    Your story haunts me
    It began with a sister
    Then a childhood friend
    Then a comrade in arms

    I do not wish to forget
    For forgetting would mean only more loss
    I wish to share your story, with everyone

    Your name was Michael Levin
    An angel of the heart
    A lone soldier
    And part of my memories.