I watched him walk away from me.
He promised he'd return.
A war had risen from the dead.
All freedom simply burned.
As the tears streamed down my face,
I had to turn away.
I knew deep down mountains could die.
The wind was strong that day.
For a year I longed to hear his voice,
but the silence never broke.
The days alone grew worse and worse.
I felt that I would choke.
Once I tried to call his name;
the words were never heard.
Fallen again to ears so blind,
hoping I was cured.
I heard the news; the soldiers came.
They marched to show their pride.
There amongst a group of them,
my soldier took their stride.
A nurse rushed out and spread the word.
The town, it had been hit.
I knew my soldier wouldn't cry,
he saw no point in it.
That night he came to comfort me
in my hospital bed.
He told me that it would be okay.
I believed just what he said.
I've never felt strength like what I felt that day,
and I'd never seen him cry.
It's like his tears were stuck inside,
until that day...I died.
