I hear Her

I hear it
Her breathing in, her breathing out
Softly so sweet
Tears flow when she shout
But life circumstances
Buries her trauma temporarily
It lies within a box
Opened when the volcano erupts
Then it stops with an abrupt
Interruption of reality
An intercession of fragility
Soldier's strength
Tested in her presence
Yet so sweet I hear it
Her need to be loved
Without negligence

When He comes...

When He comes do not be afraid
I will not be far
When He comes do not run away
No use trying so hard
When He comes many widows will be labeled
Many mother will be called steril
I will be there
A bullet may pierce my head
From my forehead, through my brain
I won't remember you, because of the pain
But nevertheless I won't stop loving you
The arrow may trespass my heart
But my love you is locked within my soul
When He comes understand I'm going home
Home, sweet home where I'll waiting for you