It's been a while since I've sat and wrote my thoughts.
I miss my family, my friend and everyone inbetween, I miss em' lots.
And after going so many miles away.
And being gone for a year and a day.
Some thoughts still come to my head.
Of blues and greens instead of shades of red.
Happiness and tv on the couch.
No standing at attention, free to slouch.
But now I sit here, no pen, just a rifle.
My family and friend seen like a trifle.
Because all that matters is staying alive.
Whether by gun, grenade or knife.
I'll return home one day.
By bus, train, plane or any way.
And I'll be the same man I was.
Still look at the stars, the heavens above.
And I'll know my work here has some value.
Whether or not anyone else believes it's true.
Because in the end I am my brothers keeper.
But I dream of the day when I can get in my bed, and rest my head, and finally return to being a deep sleeper.

One day there will be peace and we can start again.
Wee can sit on the couch and watch Reno 911.
And drink mountain dew by the can.
And although I'm 3000 miles away.
I'd Sprint that distance in a day.
If it meant I could be close to you again.
But love is a funny thing.
You can be prepared with roses, and a diamond ring.
And none of that matters until you say I do.

Call it poetic justice.
Call it karma.
Call it what you like.
But I got ditched.
Dumped.
Left with a broken heart.
And now I know how it feels.
To want nothing more than the pain to end.
The see the light at the end of the tunnel.
I suppose I deserve it.
I suppose I've earned it.
But all I can do is learn from it.
And love again.

This isn't about love or lust.
It's about loss.
It's about a boy who didn't appreciate what he had.
So he lost it.
He left and came back.
And left and came back.
And left and came back.
And she cared more than she should've.
And loved more than she should've.
And tried more than anyone should've.
But it the end ignorance blinded the boy.
And he left and came back.
And left and came back.
And left and.
Nothing.
She had moved on to someone that treated her right.
That held her tight.
That knew what she deserved.
And gave it to her.
And the boy was alone.
And he learned what he had lost.
When he wasn't loved.
When no one cared.
And no one tried.
He knew he deserved it.
He tried to change.
And become a man.
And all's well that ends ok.
When she walked away without so much as a have a nice day.

Home is where you heart is and your hat hangs.
And while my hat hangs in Boston.
My heart holds steady in Oregon.
Where I loved, lost, and laughed with the best of them.
3,000 miles between me and home.
I can honestly say I've never felt so alone.
And while I'm gone
The world keeps turning
Fires keep burning
And no one remembers the sailor on watch
The scared kid in camo
And while I may hang my hat far from home
I know I'm not alone.