I walk among the seemingly endless rows of the newly buried. I think about how many children have lost their fathers and mothers, and I hear the quiet sobbing of people in grief. People trying to take in the unfathomable. Most of the graves belong to men, but many to women as well. I stop at the smiling face of a woman who died at the age of 37. She was someone’s daughter. Was she also a mother, a sister?
Do you think it is tasteless of me to follow this reflection by asking you to share my songs? I partly agree. But writing about Ukraine and raising funds to buy ambulances is the best contribution I can make. I do it to honour those who have given their lives for freedom. I do it for the woman in the picture.
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