Behind some far off window
other loved ones wait
and hold back bitter tears while
they listen for the gate
A gate that will not open
to fill their hearts' content
for here their love lies bleeding
while over him, I'm bent
I reach into his pocket
and retrieve a photograph
a picture of him, and his love
smiling, on some garden path
That I could fulfill the wishes
that would carry him from here
I would take back our meeting
in this war of hate and fear
This is dedicated to the memory
of Sgt. Carlos Noe Saenz


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