His Final Letter
I now lie here alone, the wounded have joined the dead
Hours pass like years, my body, in shrapnel torn shreds
My duty, my love for my country, I can no longer give
Memories knowing I have lived, are now starting to sieve
Being so far away from my family, so far away from my home
Daylight like my life, allures me to a darkening roam
To my love I write this letter, my wife my lovely Serena
My words are all I have left, in this war torn theatre arena
Remember when I moved in next door, you were first to say hello
And the day when you asked me out, I was too scared to go
I know we were only eleven but something clicked that day
Into our teens we grew knowing I'd marry you one day
The day of our wedding, was the happiest day of my life
For knowing my heart was true, when I asked you to be my wife
Thank you for being who you are, and what you made me to be
Never wanting me to enlist, to protect the land of the free
I'm seeing places of our past, the greens, our courting grounds
You playing with your lovely blonde hair, twirling it around
Serena, my love, my friend, thank you for being my wife
Tell our kids I love them dearly, thank you for being in my life
I'm growing ever weaker, as I write through redded stains
The darkening roam allures me, the light now starts to drain
~*~ Inspired by an image created by Serena Dunaway ~*~
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