The lover laments for her late sweetheart
But doesn’t allow him to depart from her heart
She holds her head high for his brave deeds
As her heart bleeds
The streets smelled of blood and bravery
As every mother, sister, and wife’s voice is quivery
Children sob as they are fatherless
While women tend to an armless
Suddenly she spots her sweetheart’s bloodied and dead face,
She climbs over the bodies and family at a fast pace
She embraces his dead face which is gross;
But she thinks it is as beautiful as a rose…..
