With broken heart will I utter aloud
'I'm A Soldier's Wife'...
He's going; he's really going for ever...
His burning body is broken; so is mine,
His heart -larger than life- does stop it's beats
And it makes muliple holes in my heart;
I do bleed the most silent pain, and
People're mourning my loss
Yet, yet, I refuse to mourn...
He is leaving us all...
We must give him a good farewell
A smiling send off...
Nothing more to say...
Yes, 'I'm A Soldier's Wife'...
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