Survivors
In my life I’ve known bold men
that laid down their souls
We sing songs of their virtues
through lyrics and prose
But no one sings the praises
of wives left alone
or the children who live with
no father at home
“To glory”, the soldier cries
to battle they rush
While their wives remain at home
forgive them they must
War is hell for everyone
we must not forget
to pray for the survivors
who each day must live it
10/17/2017
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2021
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