White Rose

We heard endless tales of the war,
And every tale ended in red.
The letters damp with the blood of its sender
Reaching the widow dressed in black,
Crying for the soul now lost.
One that she will never see again.
Helpless as the lives around her disappear,
Guilt locks itself in her heart,
Growing as her family disappears,
She leaves a will.
Wishing for a peaceful future
Her daughter unknowingly clutches
The hopes of millions.
We heard endless tales of the war,
But this one ended in white…