A man goes off into the unknown,
The intense fear inside him had grown.
The cold was his enemy,
And the silence was his friend.
The sadness of 1.

His wife works as a nurse, helping wounded soldiers,
She wants to see him,
But she doesn’t.
The weight of rocks on her shoulders.
Death and misery runs through the cold corridor,
As she waits for the nightmare to end.
The sadness of another.

Their child sits alone at her grandma’s house.
Her grandma sleeps while she thinks of her parents.
The bed she sits on is as hard as stone,
And all she can hear is a tick tock tick tock of a clock.
That night she dreams of peace and home,
But then wakes up,
And is all alone.
This is sadness in another form.

This Is The Sadness Of 3.