  At 12 o’ clock on everyday She lights a candle,  With nothing to say A single tear,  shed for one A single tear,  shed from love A wall of names She searches his out She touches the stone The fire’ s gone out A sea of names So many lives Too many shames But not one fight The stories are the same But in every fashion It came from a love It was done out of passion She hikes to the spot Where the white cross stands Back to his,
 true resting ground She touches the same dirt,  he did that day Her tears fall,  where he lay She places the flowers,  on the ground Turning away,  from so empty a sound She picks herself up Blowing a kiss It floats on the wind Like smoke on a drift Back down the mountain That took his life Never to come home to his kid and wife.  ( 6- 18- 01)
