The Song Of The Ages Poem by Robert Edgar Burns

I shall return into your arms,
This soldier has heard your cries.
The wind has brought them from afar.
Dry your damp and tear stained eyes.

I went away, apart from you,
The one who thrills my life,
And with your love and encouragement,
You have pulled me through my strife.

Your echoed love songs in the night,
That came to me with the breeze.
Gave this battle scarred soldier,
Much comfort and such peace.

Your song of love, old as the hills,
Holds Earth on it‘s axis, and always will.
We can’t bind love in men’s cages,
Because of the song of the ages!