All alone on this crowded street,

I sit waiting for us to meet,

You will hug me tight,

I'll hug back with all my might,

You'll whisper 'I love you',

And I'll know it's true.

War took you away,

But now you'll be here to stay,

I smile at the passing crowds,

And listen to their busy sounds,

A sad man comes up to me looking down,

I look up at him and see his frown.

'What?' I ask this odd man.

He looks back and sighs: 'It's Stan.'

At the sound of your name my heart quickens,

The man just looks at me and my stomach sickens,

'Sorry to inform you Ma'am but Stan is dead…'

How could this man let those words be so easily said?

Are you really gone my love?

Flown away like an angel dove?

I stare at the man and cry:

'Oh why god? Why?'

The man replies: 'Casualties of war.'

I feel the pain traveling to my core.

Hot tears fall down my cheeks,

And the odd man speaks:

'He's home today though,'

I look back up as if to say: 'So?

He's dead; he's gone I'm alone'

I put my head on my knees and groan.

Please let me be with you,

My love is true,

So why were you taken?

Why leave me so shaken?

You were to be home today,

Not take my life away.

I sob a cry,

'Oh why god? Why?'

'Casualties of war.'