Their names were Francine and Antonio,
He first heard her on a radio.
She talked about troubles with love,
As it was always pushed and shoved.
They went to a dance
And started their romance.
Two years were gone,
And love rose with every new dawn.
But then there was a war,
Which many wished for no more.
Not wanting to apart,
They both took part.
Seven years went by,
And so many cried.
But now it's the end,
And a minute is left to spend.
Two silhouettes stood in a field,
Their wounds have been revealed.
In each others arms they embraced,
Yet their hearts went at a slow pace.
Their names were Francine and Antonio,
He first heard her on a radio.
While the rain pours,
Their hearts beat no more.
But now they are together...Forever