TRIO

TRIO

A soldier falls, a bullet hides
Within a young man who's a bride
She's smelled the moment, isn't there
A smell of death just fills the air

He lies in blood and mud of tears
No more to face his daily tears
She's missed the moment; he has not
Wrong time, wrong place; a strangers shot

The soldier, stranger and his bride
A distant trio, not allied
Will never meet again, it's passed
Nobody cried, nobody laughed

His final breath, a lonely one
Is taken in a morning sun
The stranger takes another aim
Another bride will feel his pain

The distant trio, now a pair
Still do not know the other's there
One aim, one shot, one piece of lead
Has killed them all, the soldier's dead

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