To Go Back Home

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Yes Sergeant, yes.  I’ll do your bidding.

Take your orders and dress to your fitting.

Wield my weapon to protect my nation.

Yet, know in my heart there’s no relation.

 

I signed my life over, and risked it all.

Even with my wife crying back home.

 

I see a rat scurry across the floor,

Searching for food, scrounging for more.

In a foreign country where they hate us all,

I just want to be back at home.

 

In my hand, I read a letter and look at a picture,

I see its from my angel back at home.

The woman I left there long, long ago.

On a front porch crying all alone.

 

There’s something I feel,

Deep in my soul.

A want, a longing, to be back at home.

I want to see her once again before I go.

 

I hear guns go off, a pressure from behind the wall, a bright light…

And then I’m gone.

 

Now it’s too late.

I’ll never go home.

Looking down from above, I see my angel below.

I see her crying on our front porch all alone.

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