She Spoke to Me

I came upon a weeping lass; I said, “Come speak to me,”
She spoke to me of one she loved, a young man dressed in green,
She spoke of one who went to war, to right some wrongful deed,
She spoke of him who lost his life, would not be home again,

She spoke to me of memories, of love that still remained,
She spoke to me of hopes and dreams, of all that might have been,
She spoke to me of futures lost, I listened silently,
I listened to her quiet voice, I listened patiently,

Her eyes were filled with sorrow; she spoke with deep-felt pain,
I wanted to relieve her hurt; my efforts were in vain,
I wrapped my arms around her; I held her close to me,
I said good-bye and left her there, to think of loss – and weep.

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