He survived the war, just to come home and die, on his way to church.
The story is simple, yet this one is hard for to recite.
The women gathered there beside his coffin, their hair covered, dressed in black.
It was tragic, yet somehow romantic.
He survived the war but died on his way to church. A poor man, humble.
It would have been silent, yet for the church bells ringing.
Ringing for a man, who never really made it home.
