The day was cold, as cold as the head stone that sits at your grave. You set off to fight, for you were able bodied.
our mother begged and begged, she tried to make you stay. But when man makes up his mind, pleas and cries go unheard.
It's been several years since you left, so brave. Several years since they brought a flag, folded so neat to our home.
The sky that day was cold and gray. For when a brave soul dies, not even the banshee cries.