The Knock at the Door

Hands together
Praying to keep him safe
As he fights for us,
In a world where freedom has a chance,
And sometimes you only get a glance of life.
They hope to never get a knock at the door,
Cramping his mother`s beautiful smile-
Wrecking his father`s spirit.
They hope to never get a knock at the door,
From the man in the uniform.
He looks so classy,
Trying to stay strong
But he's hated his job for so very long.
He knows the news-
It's been so long
Since they've seen their son.

Breaking hearts,
Creating tears
"He's in God's hands"
The man whispered in fear
"He was a great friend.
His mom, in disguise,
With watery eyes-
"My son...?"
Silenced.
Gulped.
"Was a great man,
But in my heart-
I know that I'll never see him again."