I am lady of a soldier,
pale, lone, afficted,
dying every moment for a glance
Boxed were the things, my feelings
Imbecile i was, who chose him
Imbecile i was, who thought like this
Always answered those interlopers
Whom i called Friends forever
Each answer take me close to my soldier
My mind provoke my heart, Leave him leave him!
His every Attempt strengthened my, feeling feeling
Daily i sat on the pew
praying god for his wellness
But he listens to me a few
His conscientiousness make me feel proud
But for what i worried about,
See, she is 'lady of a soldier'
Says the world around
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