The woman stared at the empty chair

Waiting for her heart to return

She waited for hours for a phone call of mail

But all that she got was an urn

For months, she sat, with life unclear

Holding a letter in her hands

Crumpled and wrinkled and stained with tears

Their time had long since passed

Years went by and finally there's peace

She waited for them at the door

She never realized the boys on the fireplace

Were never returning home

And so many people have lost and now mourn

Setting places for those who won't eat

Clothes go unworn and many hearts will stay torn

Will this suffering ever cease?