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Another Year

 

Janelle Leek

 

Another year come and gone

I cannot see you, cannot touch you

Your occasional letter all I have to hold on to

You fight a war I don’t agree with

And your life is gone to hell here at home

And all I want is to hold you, to stroke your face

I want to know you’re safe

You speak of plans, and I quote,

“If we don’t get killed over here”

I understand why you do it

If I don’t understand why it must be done

My love, my friend, come home soon

Shake the sand from your hair and come to me

Let someone else make the world free

Maybe I’m selfish and people say I don’t care

But every time it’s you

How many trips is this now?

Let them send someone else

And let you retire in peace

You’ve done your duty and made us proud

Relax now, sleep sound, I’ll chase the shadows away

Remember you are not your gun, but a man

And you have a life to live

Keep me in your thoughts and stay safe

Til your feet again touch the soil you protect so well

 

© Janelle Leek