You sob for us as we leave. There is no comfort to be had here.
You look beyond the horizon of slowed time, to that distant return.
You watch as we, facing proudly ahead, march without fear.
You wait for news of safety and well-being, which you do so yearn.
You pray, as stars sprinkle beautiful glimmers. From nights sky so clear.
You see Soldiers, the brave, the strong. The firm.
But.
We sob for you as we leave. Comfort is short lived in goodbye.
We long for that distant return. Skirmished and torn by times cruel churn.
We walk swiftly, to fade away. Facing ahead, maybe you will miss our cry.
We tell you news as we see fit. Safety and well-being, that dream you earn.
We pray. Stars taunt as they shine, beauty and peace looking down from the sky.
We are the Soldiers. But you are the brave, you are the strong. You are the firm.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:55 PM UTC
You sob for us as we leave. There is no comfort to be had here.
You look beyond the horizon of slowed time, to that distant return.
You watch as we, facing proudly ahead, march without fear.
You wait for news of safety and well-being, which you do so yearn.
You pray, as stars sprinkle beautiful glimmers. From nights sky so clear.
You see Soldiers, the brave, the strong. The firm.
But.
We sob for you as we leave. Comfort is short lived in goodbye.
We long for that distant return. Skirmished and torn by times cruel churn.
We walk swiftly, to fade away. Facing ahead, maybe you will miss our cry.
We tell you news as we see fit. Safety and well-being, that dream you earn.
We pray. Stars taunt as they shine, beauty and peace looking down from the sky.
We are the Soldiers. But you are the brave, you are the strong. You are the firm.
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