You took his speech. You took his light. You took his touch.
You took precious moments I couldn’t share with other Mama’s.
You took my strength. You took my faith.
I took it back.
With an army around us brick by brick you fall.
I have scars that few will ever see or comprehend. I have a weary soul.
Today I have a moment. A moment I can finally share. I am a solider. I am strong.
I am his Mama.