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She was this angel's solid foundation,
a shoulder to lean on when needed.
Now this angel is left on his own,
his heart empty but laden.

His wings broken and tattered,
no longer able to fly.
His heart empty and broken,
with no will left to cry.

She was the entire world to him,
but he was too dumb to see.
That she had been drifting,
farther and farther away from me.

So she loosed him back out,
no longer wanting him for comfort.
Not realizing at all of the discomfort,
that he now felt as friends.

His wings were broken and tattered,
no longer able to fly.
His heart empty and broken,
with no will left to cry.

The world is cruel to the kind,
turning a blind eye to their pain.
Not caring at all for their anguish,
till their lives are fated to be extinguished.

How hard it is for him,
how much harder, he wonders,
for her, with her fated decision.

The cold rain washes down on him,
running through his darkening hair.
For who would love him now?
For he had his military career.

Left to defend by himself,
no longer cared or sought after.
No longer waited on,
to return from the potential slaughter.

To she who might read this,
listen to my quiet plea.
For this angel did not want much,
just the chance to love you and a daughter.