If my love has not confessed to you
That this ending was unplanned,
Then to your mother please stay true, for
In your life I no longer stand.

I do remember when the world was kind
And I held you in my arms,
But as I dodged these hate-stung bullets,
Life lost its fragile charm.

In war's ruins my body now lies;
Beaten and covered in dust.
Your mother: broken by this fatal news,
In I, you have lost all your trust.  

If my love has not confessed to you
That this ending was unplanned,
Then to your mother please stay true, for
In your life I no longer stand.