Memorial Day – 2017

There’s no cure for the sorrow
That war puts upon
The family, the soldier
The lover, the young

I speak of the solemn who wander around
With mask, firmly set, while beneath they do drown.
I speak of the broken, and the fatherless child
I speak of the loved ones who were left to survive

I speak of the leader who had to press on
Suppressing thoughts of the fallen: the comrades, the sons.
I speak of true heroes with so much to lose
Determined to push onward, even though they could choose.

Here’s to the ones who wait for so long
For word from their lovers, and how they’re getting on.
And here’s to the brave ones who turned back around
To fight with their brothers, til’ they too were pulled down.

There’s no cure for the sorrow
That war puts upon
The family, the soldier
The lover, the young.

© L. Rose – 4/19/2008