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shadows loom in darkness - a golden chalice shines and glows
the hollow organ echoes and plays its final note
the church tower chimes eerily… but its rope sways in sharp silence
like an orchestra of ghosts playing the strings of a heart’s violin
but perched before the towering altar is a coffin
covered with memorial flowers and inside a body is locked in
in it rests an unknown soldier who died in an early morning
of the war - now he’s awaiting his friends and family to adorn him
his medal of honour proudly sits atop every merit and badge
and draped over the golden rails is an American flag
which is pressed against the polished wood in all its splendour
that will no doubt force tomorrow’s funeral procession to remember
the body locked inside… for this man was a torn up soldier
who didn’t care for death - but only cared to hear, “the war is over”
it’s the morning of the funeral… the sun rises over the horizon
suddenly the church doors burst open - a woman runs inside - crying
cause she can’t stop wondering how vile this life is
all she wants is more time and… she wants to pour her eyes in-
-to an ocean of tears - because her emotions are fear
and she’s mad at death since he took her little soldier from here
“he was a good boy” she whispered through her watery tears
“i could name his every action and get lost in those years…
he would never let harmful poison escape from his mouth, cause
he was the type of son any mother would be proud of
but i’m afraid all is lost - cause my boy is dead and gone…”
and so i kept listening on the other side of the confession box
it’s the morning after the funeral… the sun rises over the horizon
suddenly the doors burst open - the same woman runs inside - crying
uncontrollable tears that blear her face and stain her cheeks
a quivering mouth too ashamed to speak… she’s pained - she sees
visions of death now - it’s haunting and makes her eyes flare
cause she spends every waking moment living a nightmare
“i saw my boy again… his head was impaled on a post
his eye sockets were empty and his face was as pale as a ghost
the rest of his body lay on the ground - his slender fingers laying idle
as his disembowelled intestines carefully wrapped the trigger on his rifle
this isn’t normal… is it? god, i just want to taste what life is like
instead of living in a world - haunted by my dead son who stands by my side
i cry everlasting tears for him, so how am i supposed to see?
yet i know this sounds weird… but i always feel him close to me”
her words echoed through the lonely church…
“i always feel him close to me”
so i climbed out of the confession box - ever so quietly
then opened the door to the adjoining confession booth at the side of me
i opened the woman’s stiff arms, lifted them high then locked them
around the nape of my neck - and while she continued talking
i kissed her gently on the cheek, cause i didn’t want her to fear me
and i whispered, “i’m alright, momma”
even though i knew she couldn’t hear me
so no longer was i the son and soldier she heartedly prayed to
cause from that day on… my mother called me - “guardian angel”
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Originally Posted by Sand
