He’s gone away forever,
Mother says he’ll be back soon,
But it’s going to be just like dad.
He’s been away since June.
It’s hard to hold back tears
When mother speaks his name
I falter upon telling her
That he’ll never be back again
The night before he went
He sat down by my bed
“You take good care of mother”
That’s the last thing that he said.
He went to war out of hatred
Which blurred his sense of love
For those he held so sacred.
And now he sits above.