To Where He Is

Women sang
Men wept
Children wondered,
The elders prayed and whispered.

Under an old oak tree
A little boy soundlessly sleeps
Another cry,
Another question of why,
A woman knelt,
A man shed tears,
But the boy never budged
Soil covered his body,
Silence was the music of his soul.

Women walked away
Men gave up
Children played
The elders waved and left.

Everyone was gone
Only the woman stayed
With her man snivelling beside
They knew the boy can never return,
But one day they'll go to where he is.

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