In the cold silence of November night,
Echoed a noise from a distant border,
Marking the end of a decade long fight,
With a bullet on his strong shoulder.
The morning was festive, happiness in the air,
Startled, she woke up to a shocking nightmare,
With trembling feet she rushed to the door,
They carried him home on shoulders four.
She did not shed a tear,
For her soldier died brave,
Along with a million blessings,
He will take pride to his grave.
Echoed a noise from a distant border,
Marking the end of a decade long fight,
With a bullet on his strong shoulder.
The morning was festive, happiness in the air,
Startled, she woke up to a shocking nightmare,
With trembling feet she rushed to the door,
They carried him home on shoulders four.
She did not shed a tear,
For her soldier died brave,
Along with a million blessings,
He will take pride to his grave.