You come home with scars and pain
Yet I know your heart never heals,
With my most skillfully made balms;
The scars of betrayal by your own
You have learnt to live with and grown,
What else could you do?
Yet every time I promise to be brave
Smile through your goodbye
Trying to fight back my tears
For the sake of a title that weighs
While you ride away to the horizon
I wish I were as brave as you.
You say I give you the will to come home
After every battle, big or small,
You win or lose, it doesn't matter
You will always be a hero in my eyes.
But there are times when no news arrives
For days, weeks, and months
Some say the troops are moving
Others report them losing
Some say you went missing
And all I can do is pray harder
For I am not as brave as you,
To pick up the sword and lose my honour;
But am I as brave as you?
You can rise from losses and win
You say I am your strength.
But every time I embrace you.
My hands tremble in fear;
What if this is the last?
How can I be your strength?
I always fear, pray and panic.
For I am not as brave as you.
If you lose a battle, you fight another
If I lose, I will forever be the mourner
Because in my heart, as selfish as it may seem
The only thought that comes every evening,
Over the motherland, soldiers and sons,
As I pray with trembling hands is:
"What if I lost you?"
Now will you call me as brave as you?
© Suranya
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