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She sits silent and waits With closed eyes she prays She prays to the fates For news in the passing days She holds her son near Eyes fixed on the screen As the news brings her fear Silent, as she wishes to scream The men come to her door Saying the dreaded phrase Her knees hit the floor As her vision fades The folded flag in her hand Her son crying all the while She looks at her wedding band In a state of denial Her son's on the platform Kissing his wife goodbye He's in his new uniform She fought not to cry She sits silent and waits With closed eyes she prays She prays to the fates For news in the passing days