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 it.
Say a prayer for the survivors,
who each day must live it.
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