The One Left Behind

Every day we hear of the hero The valiant one He who holds honor and duty above all The protector of the innocent The defender of freedom We rearly hear of the one left behind The empty days that never end The echo of one solitary voice She faces the darkness of night With not but a memory to comfort her She wears a smile on her face To hide her icy tears She must steady her voice when she speaks, For the children she will giggle and play She is the protector of their fragile world When the day ends and most drift into dreams She falls to her knees and whispers a prayer "Lord forgive my bitterness and grant me strength, Show me the way through another night, Protect my hero and let his mission always be in your name." As she lays awake through the night in her heart she now knows She is alone in her pain and fears He is hero to so many He protects the innocent and oppressed And she will forever be The one left behind.