Her love was torn in the wind

Her pain to big to begin

She sang her song to him

His eyes filled with tears to the brim

When he kissed her hand goodbye

He begged of her not to cry

The raindrops fell drip, drop, drip

She felt the rain on her cold fingertips

But she was still her soldier’s lady

The sun shined so bright

The moon shined just right

But to her, the world was bleary and grey

She sang a soft song and children played all day long

She sulked in the halls and sang a quiet tune

She sung and sung and sung, all in the light of the moon

And the raindrops fell drip, drop, drip

She reached out to feel the rain on her fingertips

For she was her soldier’s lady

She reads his letters with delight

She grasps onto hope all by night

As seasons get colder

She gets bolder 

Though fear still has it’s grip                                                                               

But she holds so tight to the things It tries to rip

As time goes on, the rain still says drip, drop, drip

But she feels nothing, even the rain on her fingertips

Though she will always be her soldier’s lady

On a morning so bold

The sunshine was gold

In the distance soldiers march

Their backs stiff with a tired arch yet they march

She holds her hand to her heart

While she waits for the soldiers to part

While the rain goes drip, drop, drip

Onto her pale and stiff fingertips

And she waits for her soldier

He looked for her golden hair

Yes, he saw her standing there

He waited no more

He ran to her door

She sang her song to him

His eyes no longer grim

And the rain fell drip, drop, drip

She hugged her soldier and felt the rain on her fingertips

For she was still and forevermore, her soldier’s lady