Brave

January 13, 2014

Gone away to war has he,

Always meant the world to me

He was strong, he was tough,

But my love was not enough.

Tears drip on the ground,

But thank God he was finally found.

Standing over his grave, I wonder,

Is this the glory of the Brave?

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