Cynthia's Desperate Cry
Not all the soldiers have returned home,
even the owling wind has a reason to weep;
Cynthia's legs start to shake, she had little sleep,
her dark hair is flapping, pain chills to the bone,
And this heart-torn mother hides her tear-drenched face
within her cold hands lamenting his loss and wit;
Robert left years ago to serve his country with grit,
wearing a boldface admired by all for its enduring grace.
" Son, you honored commitment and valor more than life,
and in giving it up for a nobel cause you earned your glory;
I wanted to embrace you and feel the same joy of your wife:
four arms hugging you making that moment last an eternity."
" Brenda couldn't come to greet you, she's expecting your baby
and she always wished he would have those gorgeous, cheerful eyes
and the charming smile of a caring dad who was called for duty;
we expected to hug a joyful son and husband, not to bear sad news."
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