Dear ones, lost for decades, are on their way home.

Those who fought and died in Korea

Are now in boxes, carried respectly in young arms.

Nearly seven decades have passed since these lost ones fought and died on foreign soil.

Little children who waved goodbye to their fathers and brothers and sisters

Never saw them alive again and wondered where they fell.

The young and respectful men who carry the boxes

Weren’t even born when the fighting started.

Mothers and fathers who waited for their loved ones to return home

Died waiting and grieving; a part of them empty.

I’d like to think that all those loved ones, now on their way to be recognized

Are with their families who have gone on.

May there be great rejoicing in Heaven at their return.