One to free for

Memories spiral for the one,
nothing thought of what he done,
known by only a select few,
then never knowing he knew,
always thinking 'why me'
for it was always easy to see,
time erased even more,
the question 'what are we here for?'
to live or to just existing to survive,
maybe to cry out that we are alive,
some know the games tricks,
while some take the downed kicks,
to believe in hell or a heaven,
remaining treated unforgiven,
significance remembered on a date,
we can all erase the hate,
seek that which is all divine,
look for that universal sign,
living together all women and men,
remembering the fallen now and then.