Scraping red dust from porch
She sank into tears
The soil was sullen and ploughed
The time was right for joining the army

He left his home and went down south
Time is good to us, he assured her
Write a letter to me everyday, my love
He got away from her ornery look

She reminds herself, he is alive
The rifle's jammed and no one's behind
The gun that will not fire
For her, it is good that he is back

He left with another woman
She joined the front lines
As she was left no choice
Neither did she have a voice

They pleaded stay at your earthen home
Harvest the wheat and feed
Your lonely mouths
It was a doubt that carried her away
She never came back

The fire was shot around
The line was drawn
The time is good
She never bore another son