They took a loan of not money but men,

trying not to stutter i ask my brother when

 

Ten months he says

Promise?

Do you promise to return to me

Because until you do the bill will be paid

with my distraught heart

from which this grenade of news had brought

He promised.

 

They extend his tour.

How much does my heart have to endure

until it can be content

 

From ten to fourteen months,

amen to morphine drugs

i can be numb in this hell of a nightmare

or is it too late,

have i already fallen into this dreadful fate

 

And yet i’m drowning in my feelings

with the crowding of my dreaming, screaming

CAN’T

YOU

JUST

COME

HOME

 

But you are halfway around the world,

and my heart is only halfway healed