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BEYOND THE HORIZON
In the quietness of my solitude I see,
A soldier, a mother,
Streams of emotions,
nameless, unfamiliar faces.
Beyond the horizons of my mind,
where the sun never sets,
and the dreadful dawn deafens,
The laughter of his children.
Beyond the horizon, where a season
of fear, rage, and uncertainty,
Blow winds, far over his home.
In the quietness of my solitude I hear,
screams, and thunder.
That soldier, a father,
innocent familiar voices.
Beyond the horizon, whose sacrifice,
turns into a joy or pain,
when he returns home,
whether, a loser or a valiant fighter
Amidst smiles, or tears,
into arms stretched out or holding...
The soldier, in every way, a hero.
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