SO FAR FROM HOME
As I write these words of love
And seal it with a kiss
I hold them tightly to my lips
And whisper how much you're missed.
Dropping letters in a slot
is the hardest thing to do.
Tears begin to gently fall
As I hope they get to you.
The hardest thing I have to face,
While you are far away,
is the deafening sound of silence;
Not knowing you're O.K.
I wait impatiently for some word
that you are still alive.
I damn the war and beg for mercy
Oh God, let you survive.