Bullets tore through your flesh, your chest. They said
Your lip’s last words were of a sacred she.
Tears fill my eyes as pictures fill my head:
Hero, savior, lover you were to me.
Pride washes over the broken pieces
Of my soul like water o’er craggy rock.
My undying love only increases
For you, who braves to answer duty’s knock.
No more will I feel your beloved face,
Only the granite carvings of your grave
Under my fingers. Face veiled by black lace,
Tears come echoing from an empty cave.
Your life ended with bullets from a gun
Only my heart is killed by twenty-one.
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