Amidst, from the rubble, I hear the cry
Alas, from whence it came.
My heart does ache, with an awful sigh
when I hear it sound my name.
Lost in the battle, the immortal sound
I cannot take it in.
Here on my belly, my head way down
for I know, it must be him.
A wounded soldier, no doubt I’ll find
bruised by the sting of war.
I long to get his hand in mine,
for I’ll not let go no more.
Through the shells and through the dirt,
I crawl toward the cry.
For I’ve come to know the sound of hurt
as I’ve watched so many die.
Yet as I draw more closely near,
my tears they freely flow.
A lifeless body I once held dear,
a future will never know.
Gently I find my mother’s words,
Echo from my mind.
“Protect your brother” is what I heard,
how could I’ve been so blind.
It was meant for me, that flying shard,
when I felt him make a way.
Using his body to guard my heart,
I have been saved this day.
A mother’s wish, is what he heard,
a promise he had to keep.
My name he cried, his final word,
now here I lay, and weep.