Where are you?

Oh why must you fight;
old men of fortune and faith?

You gallantly ride off;
saying you’ll be home for supper.

Supper comes and goes;
Still no word or return.

Hours slowly turn to days;
Days to months;
Months to years.

Where are you now, my sons?
Where are you now, my husband?
Where are you now my brothers?
Grandfathers, uncles, grandsons?

Where are you?