I hold you in my arms
I carry the burden
Of your
Weight,
Life,
Limp,
My arms are heavy,
But I will not falter
I will like a scaffold
Hold you up above
The floor, so not to
Fall
Stumble
Carry,
You the distance
I am
Tearful.
Crying,
Sobbing,
I do not realise
They have taken him,
From my weighted grasp
"My Boy"
"My Boy"
"My Boy"
Is all that is heard through
A rain shower of tears

"What is his name sir"

"I cant answer him"

Then Breath reaches my expired lungs,
"What if this was my boy"
Only playing then the
"Brutality"
Of war rained down,
And he was still,
This could have been
"My"
"Boy"
I couldn't save this child,
What happens when the
Rain falls and tries to take
"My child"
Will I run fast enough
Will I crumble
Will I falter and Fall
My boy is my world,
When a world has gone to war...