Goodbye, soldier girl,
throw on that pack.
Lace up those boots,
and don't look back.

Many experiences we've shared,
now lay behind.
Your future awaits -
more, you will find.

Life is full of bridges,
and some just have to burn.
While you crossed first,
I waited my turn.

I waited too long,
and my path was lost.
Hesitating at the threshold,
I bore the cost.

You charged on,
decisive and brave.
Your determined liberty,
a reality I crave.

Goodbye, soldier girl,
throw on that pack.
Lace up those boots,
and don't look back.

You've always stared at me,
standing at the finish line.
You're doing it again,
but I'll be fine.

I'll see you again,
in four long years.
Painful hours will pass,
but there will be no tears.

Because I am proud of you.

You own your bridge,
and it will not burn.
You've borne many struggles,
but now it's your turn.

You will do right,
no matter your worry.
You will come out victorious,
and with a new story.

Goodbye, soldier girl,
throw on that pack.
Lace up those boots,
and don't look back.

Goodbye, soldier girl,
I will miss you.
Don't look back,
or you may see it, too.