Neda

I don't know who you are, only where you came from
I've never met you, but the moment i saw you, it was a good-bye
A farewell to life, liberty, and the pursuit of your happiness
You speak out for a million voices, and they kill you for it.

I don't know how old you were, but not old enough to for that
As you bled out and eyes rolled up, your name uttered again and again
A parting plea for a life saving breath, your fragile heart pushed out your
last words.

Surely a martyr now, rest easy and let it be known,
You have not died in vain