Her Child A Soldier

Her burdened soul, weeps dry tears.
Longing for the heart of her child.
A soldier.

Dark treacherous night.
Hidden plights.
Sad, saddened life.
Lost again.
Weeping men... Lost sins.

Forge on, forgiven sights.
And heights.
Quiet stories, unfound glories.
Oh, the heart of her child.
A soldier.

Dayless sleep, nightless dreams.
Only a man.
Desires arms of peace.
Peace... oh peace, how tragic does it weep.

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poem by Karen van Wyk
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