You’re Alone No Matter What

It doesn’t matter how many new haircuts you get

It doesn’t matter how many new clothes you buy

It doesn’t matter how much perfume you wear

It doesn’t matter how many new pairs of heels you try

It doesn’t matter what job you have

It doesn’t matter how popular you seem

It doesn’t matter how many friends you’ve got

It doesn’t matter what compliments you receive

cos when it comes to him,

there’ll always be that one other girl

whose skirt is a little bit shorter

and legs are a little bit skinnier

whose lips are a little more kissable

and eyes are a little bit prettier

who’ll mean more to him than you thought she would ...

who’ll mean more to him than you ever could ...

~M

The Fallen Hero

She felt the wedding band on her finger

She stared at the hands of the grandfather clock

Alongside hung the battered old calendar

Marking the days as the war was fought

Beside her feet on the tattered rug

Lay the remains of that morning’s paper

Bearing that bittersweet piece of news

That all the fighting was finally over

Their daughter lay asleep in the room next door

She had only been three when her daddy left

And two years later, he was returning at last

Home for her birthday, his promise kept

A sharp knock suddenly broke her thoughts

Hands shaking she reached for the door

A cold gust hit her in the face

As she saw that dreaded reality come forth

They brought his casket in from the snow

Offering hugs and words to ease her sorrow

But they gave up and left soon enough

As she quietly wept for her fallen hero

A father, a husband gone forever

A family shattered, torn apart

A brother, a son turned to stone

Lay in that room with a bullet through his heart

No power, no money, no words of promise

Could return to life this soldier lost

No war was ever worth the price

No victory could justify the lives it cost

~M