A lady in waiting that is what I am, for waiting I must do to see my man.
I must wait while my man risks his life for the country he loves so much.
I do not know if he will return whole, I do not know if he will return at all.
At night I light my protection candle for him and I pray that he returns.
Will he come back to me the same, or as a changed man?
How long must I wait to hold him again, a few months or for eternity?
The sun rises again as I blow out the candle.
I hope it is not a sign that his life is as gone as the flame.
Tears begin to pour, but a lady in waiting must not show emotion.