It Hurts

It Hurts April in light rain you leave Bright epaulette on your sleeve Hearts pounding a final goodbye Can’t let go what do we say we cry Gone from sight gone to your station With you goes the hope of a nation No news of you good or bad It’s been a year all so sad What’s happening just war and attrition Men fight and die for wealth and position Always some dictator seeking prominence Ultimately nothing else but world dominance That fateful day the pain the shock Forever etched in our minds this epoch Bitter sweet the agony, the war is won But he won’t come home his duty is done He died in action or so they say Alive in April we mourn in May We know there are others who with grief must run But our world has ended he was our only son. A posthumous award for bravery they said Meant little to us please understand he was dead And so as we pray for you remember our loss We need help too we’re counting the cost