Tear

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He places a rose
On the cold engraved rock
And looks to the sky
From his glazed-over eye

I fall

She is laughed at by others
Crude jokes and all
From the deep pain inside her

I fall

He is home at last
From a place of misery and pain
But troops of soldiers still remain
From his mother’s eye

I fall

From the window of the soul
I fall