Sweet Violin

The sweet violin
Plays for no one
More deserving
Of momentary escape
Reminding of homes
That cannot be returned to
Of days possibly numbered
Reminding of nights
When they slumbered
In beds! Real beds!
Not on the forest floor
But even one more
Day to turn into night
Could bring the courage to fight
The sweet violin
Play for me
Your melancholy melody
If I ever live to be free
Promise to bury me
On the same land
On which I died
Closing my eyes
With the final thought
That sweet violin
Take my soul from within!