From Where Did They Fall?

From whence were they struck, and from where did they fall?    
Were they victims of of life or the evils of sin?  
Each filled with desire, some corrupt and some pure  
What of eternity were they hoping to win?  
   
Some there I knew once, and I now must confess    
So loving and kind with each living breath    
I’d mourn them with tears, but they’d ask me for silence    
All that’s beautiful in life comes back to sweet death  
   
I pray that their joy may somewhere be stored    
Reminders of how they once were adored    
Pressed down now into this eternal pile    
Was each act of love somehow worthwhile?    
   
Some writhed in pain as their ending came near    
Some tugged with life in weakness and fear  
Some gave themselves wholly to lusts    
Knowing their beauty would all come to dust