You escorted your son
to a crowded train
stayed at the platform, heart
broken
you escorted your son
you didn't expect
it was his journeys
destination
You travelled in fog
a year or two
waited for letters
for nothing
and your mood changed
only worse
as you saw how
they mourn at neighbour
The sky is silent
the priest talks, although seen
for the silence
many can cry here
the sky is silent
it won't offer comfort
easen the desire
it won't share warmth
and the priest still talks
Your yard paces
the dark figure
which you expected
to arrive
your son fell
without regret
and by claimed
a place in heaven
The sky is silent
the priest talks, although seen
for the silence
many can cry here
the sky is silent
it won't offer comfort
easen the desire
it won't share warmth
and the priest still talks
Humble
the people are and they praise
a poor
harvest they reap
they mill
bread from bark
sermon
of tenuous they hear
Oh fatherland
the priest talks, although seen
for the insistence
many mothers grieve again
fatherland
you demand love
no Rokka nor Susi
can bullets harm
so the priest talks