I stand on your grave weeping alone;
tears fall on your name, carved in stone.
You went to battle on a ghastly ride;
never to return to a brokenhearted bride.
Shadows danced across the distant plain;
darkness prevailed, my brave man slain.
I heard you call in the dead of night;
my name on your lips, as you seen the light.
Rest now, my darling, sleep in peace;
our love is eternal, it shall never cease.
Reunited, we will be, in another life;
vows will be remembered, as man and wife.
© Debra McLain
Excerpt from the book “Silhouettes Of My Soul”
About the Author
Debra McLain resides in California. She is mother to two daughters and three granddaughters. She works in agriculture, although her passion is in writing. Her dream is to publish a best seller regarding her twenty-eight year battle with an eating disorder and the spiritual awakening that followed.
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