And when my heart can't take anymore of this stress 'cause my soldier's over sea,
will someone - please anyone- bring him back home to me?
And while my heart is burning inside my chest as you mention the possible discontinuing
of a life that once held me so dear, it seems you want me to stop breathing.

I keep hurting at the thought that I'll lose the one who always use to be here,
even from miles away, his voice could echo through telephones to stop these tears...
But now my pain is settling and I can't face the consequences of the possibilty
that maybe you may never be back to comfort this heart or even to hold me.

Now we may fight, and I might not be perfect,
but you made me feel beautiful in every single aspect.
And now that you're not here to help me.
I have to be my own sort of soldier and let my heart be free.
I have to stand up and be strong just for you,
because this, I know, is what you want me to do.
My Soldier, I love you, between every last tear
and every last laugh that you want me to hear.
My pain will still linger no matter the time,
because even as a heart breaks things can turn out fine.

Because even as a heart breaks things can turn out fine...