She kissed her son goodbye, he was going off to war
The empire had not played favorites with their youth
The scions of those wealthy and children of the poor
Chosen for their ability to carry arms, settle a dispute
The world was young at that time, burning at the core
A feeling most vibrant, convinced they knew the truth
But the wars left thousands dead, the wounded scarred
The mother's son never returned and without any proof
She'd then lingered in the empire's solemn sacred park
For families of honored dead, all now sacred shadows
Never to enjoy wine with dinner, or words with friends
The son's mother didn't heal, every offered word refused
For she couldn't bear the truth, that her child met an end
Upon birth she promised the greatest gods and ancestors
That she'd protect him forever, never let him meet doom
The desire to fight is natural, but so is the desire to love
A son wanted to protect his mother and empire's land
Forces of war don't build bridges, only cemetery walls
An end came for the mother, who had lingered in fear
That her son would return, missing her waiting for him
Her heart broken, refused to eat, fading with her tears
A world never learns peace, if it practices to make war
Leaving sons without lives and mothers without sons
