Prodigal, by Ametri Mion

“Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like prodigal sons and daughters thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

Never say Farewell,

For in Shayali,

We shall always meet again.

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

Our time on this earth is short,

But for thee I may mourn,

But when I think of thee,

I shall rejoice always.

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

In Shayali, thee are,

In Shayali thee rejoices,

In Shayali, thee will remain forever on!

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

Father God, my Dramri,

Welcome these brave ones,

Dear Father,

Welcome them.

Give them all they need,

And comfort their widows and children,

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.”

Oh Dramri, give their hearts a peace,

Oh, my Father,

Give them rest,

Peace from this war.

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

Bless them, my Father. May they rest in peace.

Farewell, my braves,

May my Father welcome thee home,

Like a prodigal son thee returns,

To the house of thy Father.

Oh Father, Bless Them!”

-Author

P.S. Sorry that Ametri cannot make an entrance, but he's dead.