Hand in hand, they had walked on by,
But today they bid a final good bye,
Here on this cold and dreary morning,
The weather joins them in mourning.
In her hand, she holds a single rose,
Family and friends fill in the rows,
Who can’t help but continue to stare,
As they carry his coffin down the stair.
A young life snuffed, her companion sole,
A stray bullet took the soldier’s soul,
If only there was another way,
Grief clutches, makes her heart weigh.
God, it is such a difficult lesson,
To endure pain, hoping it will lessen,
But eyes bleed as we stand on our heel,
Praying for closure, for our hearts to heal.
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