We went for a walk in that cold night rain,
I could not sit there with her by the fire;
I said ‘I’m very happy that you came
To help us see our way through this quagmire.
Each letter written said you were still true,
I had no inkling that your love had changed;
I clung to every word, I’m sure you knew,
Your love the hope I lived on, day to day.
Each day I died for truth, you lived for lies,
Please do not whisper you did this for me;
I served beside brave men who gave their lives
For truth, for love, for hope and dignity.
‘Twere better that I’d eaten there some lead,
Then to return and find that I was dead.’
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