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.