Tiny Hands

Knocking on the door outside
Bringing anything but a peace of mind
Behind, another with a blind
Roses and flags, black veiled
Tears and a tiny left hand held
The right in vanity for eternity
She has been failed
Short memories
Scarred stories
Grown up, son is smiling
Outside, playing
Grandfather's helmet protecting
Money is scarce, land to defend
A train wipes the last tears with a tiny hand
For a man is knocking on the door outside.

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