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He came out of the jungle and saw his home again.
He stood there for a moment just to take it all in.
Eight years of shear hell had brought him to this night,
And for just one fleeting moment all the world was right.
Then he spronted into the village with his mind set on home,
But he went into the shack to find he was alone.
He walked back outside and strolled down the narrow path,
To the center of his village, which contained the aftermath.
There, in the pale light of the moon, stood a blackened cross.
When he saw what was nailed upon it, he began to feel his loss.
The charred carcas of his chief dtared down at this man,
But thats not where it ended, it's where his pain began.
For while walking up to get a closer look at this hateful sight,
His foot happened upon something that filled him with grief and fright.
A charm he'd given his mother to hold 'til he returned
Glinted in the moonlight, amongst all which had burned.
He scooped up some ahes and wept from all the strife.
For seeping through his fingers were the ashes that were his life.