A small yellow cottage, They wanted to build it, A small little farm, With a goat or two, Two little kids, Girls or boys, They dreamt it together, They wanted it together, But he suddenly went, She waited and waited, They were a thousand mile away, From each other, But their hearts sang a song, Every night after each, She built the cottage, Waiting for him, Built a farm, Waiting for him, Fed the goat, Waiting for him, Got married, Waiting for him, Raised her kids, Waiting for him, She all the time, Knew that he, Would never comeback, A part of her heart kept saying, That one day he will come back, Back from the war, That he had won, Years went by, Black hair became white, Smooth skin became wrinkly, Eyesight became dull, Hearing became weak,She laid on her bed, Taking heavy breaths, She closed her eyes, Sang their song, And waited, For him to take her hand, And to walk with him, For eternity . -SRUTHAKIRTI.M