who maybe called away to war.
A prayer to bring them back again
alive and well
and not a casualty of war,
bring them back to their loving home
to see their children grow
and not in a wooden box
never to be seen again.
A prayer for someone
to watch over their daughter or son
and keep them out of harms way;
so that they will never receive
the message that parents dread,
that their loved one is dead.
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