Her Hero Never Returned

A little girl sang a song on the streets

About men, tired fighting the war

About the ships that left

And all who forgot their joy to the end.

She sang in her clean voice and flew up to highness

And sunbeams shined on her shoulder

Everyone saw and heard from the darkness

The dirty and torn clothes singing in the light.

All of them were sure that joy would come

Because ships arrived at beach

The people in the land of war

Regained their bearings are happy.

Sweet was her voice and the sun’s beam around

And by heaven’s gate

The little girl versed into mysteries and mourned

Because none of them will ever return.