Have you seen my son
He was to return before the dawn
He told me that he loved me
But there was fighting left to be done
His eyes are hazel burning bright
His hair as dark as ravens night
that is perched on yonder tree
His croaks say that your son is gone
And again you will never see
But still the misty morn she walks
With crystals rolling down her cheeks
Cold and gone
is how she found the sun this morning