The War Crossed My Path
A sunny day, a loud siren, a solemn pain:
The war crossed my path,
a fallen hero was laid to rest
His hopes and dreams buried with him,
My faith enduring another test.
I saw the procession going by,
I heard the sirens cry
As in my heart I repeatedly asked why...
Why does the war need to invade our homes,
tear our world, parade our streets?
Violent deaths washing back in our shores:
Our sons,
Our brothers,
Our blood in scarlet spill.
No thrills.
Just anguish deeply, deeply ripping through the soul.
The war crossed my path.
Another hero was put to rest
leaving behind so much more than sorrow,
his young family to face a frail tomorrow
I’ll never forget the way the war met me that day…
I pray to God this soldier’s death wasn’t in vain.
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