My son is a soldier, therefore my tears too often fall like rain. |
Tears fall like rain Freely For my son is stationed on the other side of the world, Where he is waking, after a night’s fitful sleep As another day’s sun's rays fall Across the silent sea On a mystical land, richly steeped in Biblical history My mind travels through the dark As I imagine Finding my son donning his soldier uniform At the breaking of yet another beautiful dawn Tears fall like rain Endlessly As suddenly I imagine The weight of his soldier gear Ammunition, helmet, armored jacket And a day's Army’s rations Somewhere, on a lone, foreign, wretched street He takes a knee Where once saints and a savior walked Tears fall like rain Pensively As suddenly I see his Army issued gun And pray his finger rests on the trigger needlessly Written for
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