He reads her letter again
Feels the same pang of pain
Can’t take the pressure she says
Still I love you in so many ways
But can’t live with you being over there
Me being over here
I'm only human my dear
I hope you’ll see it’s for the best
And for our little boy the joy
Of knowing the man he calls daddy
Comes home at night
Doesn’t fight
Staying away
Whilst we can only watch and pray
It’s just too much watching the news
Wondering when it’s your turn to lose
Can’t do it any more
The flag draped caskets
Returning
See the widows’ tears burning
Coursing down their pain lined faces
For another guy who ran out of aces
Bob you know I'm not a *****
But I’ve met a man,
It wasn't planned
It just happened
One of those things
He talks of a future
With wedding rings
He’s got a great job Bob
And little Jimmy loves him too
Hell what could I do?
I know you’ll be angry
But ***** you! It was your choice
To go away
Fighting for paltry pay
Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to get mad
Must be the guilt
I’m not the type to jilt
At the drop of a hat, stuff like that
Anyway I gotta go
Just thought I’d let you know
You’ll always be in my heart
Be lucky,
Lucy
He drops her letter to the wind
Watches it blow
Then pulls the trigger with his toe
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
He reads her letter again
Feels the same pang of pain
Can’t take the pressure she says
Still I love you in so many ways
But can’t live with you being over there
Me being over here
I'm only human my dear
I hope you’ll see it’s for the best
And for our little boy the joy
Of knowing the man he calls daddy
Comes home at night
Doesn’t fight
Staying away
Whilst we can only watch and pray
It’s just too much watching the news
Wondering when it’s your turn to lose
Can’t do it any more
The flag draped caskets
Returning
See the widows’ tears burning
Coursing down their pain lined faces
For another guy who ran out of aces
Bob you know I'm not a *****
But I’ve met a man,
It wasn't planned
It just happened
One of those things
He talks of a future
With wedding rings
He’s got a great job Bob
And little Jimmy loves him too
Hell what could I do?
I know you’ll be angry
But ***** you! It was your choice
To go away
Fighting for paltry pay
Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to get mad
Must be the guilt
I’m not the type to jilt
At the drop of a hat, stuff like that
Anyway I gotta go
Just thought I’d let you know
You’ll always be in my heart
Be lucky,
Lucy
He drops her letter to the wind
Watches it blow
Then pulls the trigger with his toe
Sometimes serving soldiers face more that just the enemy.
