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He stood along his grave and tears began to flow Why Dear God did You not take me, he was so young, You know He had a future full of dreams, and now his life is done He was more than just a casualty, he was my only son A woman knelt down to pray and stared sadly at the floor My husband won't be coming home from this never ending war Oh God please help me carry on, now that he has died He was more than a statistic, he was my life she cried A child asks his mother, where did my daddy go When will he be home again because I miss him so The mother holding back her tears, says in time you'll understand He was more than just another soldier killed in a foreign land Thousands have died in this unjust war As our politicians leave their mark They are more than just a list of names On a monument in the park.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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