Don't go off to war yet, love,
for we have war within ourselves,
it seems you've been dodging bullets
you, yourself, shot.
And tonight you will lie,
"peacefully," you lied,
and as you wake with bloodshot eyes,
I realize I lost you before you came.
And when it's time for you to go,
I find you already gone,
before you walk out the door,
saying goodbye, a promise replacing forever.
Which I believe is
the wrong promise to keep;
for your words are fickle
and so does your love it seems.
this is me basically trying to fathom the feelings of someone in love with those in the noble military service and dejectedly failing