The wind is knocked out of me every time I remember
The day of your loss, I sobbed; crouched down knees hitting my forehead.

You had done so much for so many, represented millions over the years
You had people celebrate you, your position, your achievements, even your losses

I guess the only way to revive you is through me.
He may have killed you, your integrity, your honor, your prestige;
I promise, I along with many others, to bring back your former glory, even more than before.
For now, I mourn the loss of you, honorable position of US president.