Little Heart, Brave Soul

A cycle of poems «Warrior Won't Hurt a Child»

In a village cloaked in twilight’s sigh, 
A little girl stands with tearful eyes. 
Her dress is tattered, her hair a mess, 
But in her heart, hope wears a dress. 

Every night she gazes at the starlit sky, 
Whispering secrets to the moon up high. 
“Come back, Daddy, from the battles afar, 
Bring me stories of heroes and scars.” 

Oh, little heart, brave soul, 
Waiting for the dawn to take its toll. 
With every sunset, she feels the ache, 
For the love of a father, her heart will break. 

The fires of war rage beyond the hills, 
While she counts the days, her spirit chills. 
She draws in the dirt with a trembling hand, 
A castle of dreams where they both can stand. 

She hears the whispers of the autumn breeze, 
Calling her name through the swaying trees. 
“Come back, Daddy, from the shadows deep, 
In my dreams, it’s your laughter I keep.” 

Oh, little heart, brave soul, 
Waiting for the dawn to take its toll. 
With every sunset, she feels the ache, 
For the love of a father, her heart will break. 

As storms roll in and the thunder roars, 
She clutches a locket that he once wore. 
A promise made beneath the ancient skies, 
To return to her arms and never say goodbye. 

But the nights grow longer as silence reigns, 
With each passing moment, she bears the chains. 
The villagers whisper of battles lost, 
While she holds onto hope at any cost. 

And when the dawn breaks with a golden hue, 
She’ll stand by the gate with her heart so true. 
“Come back, Daddy,” she calls to the light, 
In her dreams, he’s always within sight. 

Oh, little heart, brave soul, 
Waiting for the dawn to take its toll. 
With every sunset, she feels the ache, 
For the love of a father, her heart will break. 

Then one fateful day as shadows descend, 
A figure appears; is this how it ends? 
With arms wide open and tears in her eyes, 
“Welcome home, Daddy,” beneath painted skies.