The Loss of A Father, Love, And Eventually a Mother

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She sits by the fire and silently weeps
Hoping not to awaken the boy from his sleep

Her heart has a burden that she could no longer bear
Locked into the dungeon of sadness and despair

His face, his smile, these things would be gone
Everything she loved would disappear by dawn

He was shipped off into battle, leaving him and his family apart
He faced the dangers of war until a bullet found a place in his heart

She had recieved a letter that marked her loss
And in a single moment her life was tossed

She holds the gun in deep regret
But in her mind was a plan all set

With it pointing at her temple, she was ready to leave
Not wanting to stay a moment to grieve

He was awoken by a loud sound in the night
And his heart lept in a moment of sheer terror and fright

For there was his mother, bathing in red
With a gun in one hand and a bullet in her head

Now he is crying by their gravestones, roses in his hand
Not wanting to find reasons to even understand

He kneels down to the earth, tears pouring out his eyes
Ready to say his final words and leave them with his goodbyes

Deep inside the earth, in their coffin they blankly lay
Without love in their hearts or any word to say

Every bit of sorrow was mixed within his every breath
For he lost not one, but two into the clutches of death

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