You were a soldier on the front line

Waiting for your moment of glory to approach

A young lad torn away from his one true love;

A beautiful maiden who awaited his return

Xx

It rained that night; it was suppose to be a fine day

You were going home as victory had been made

You sat down and wrote my last memories of you

Undying passion scribed down into a note.

xx

I read this knowing that you are gone

But not forgotten, you’ll always be remembered

My soldier on the front line