My Heart In Your Hands

Can you feel my heart? Its in your hands. Beating for the pain you all must endure. I cannot feel yours, but I can imagine, what being so far from home is like. I cannot hold your hand, but you can hold my heart, as I send you hope from me, from afar. I will think of you as the bombs rain down, as guns bleed bullets, and lives are stilled. I am in awe at your bravery, selfless giving with out pause. If I could thank you, I would send my bursting heart to you. You have my heart in your hands, maybe not in full reality, but in imagination and hope. Keep it safe till your return. For one day I'll see those of you, those able to return. Parading behind tear soaked coffins wishing it was you in there and not your friend On that day my heart will be yours, full of pride at our men's achievements. Especially those who give their lives in the eternal hope of peace. So soldier hold my heart, feel it in your mind, as I send you love and hope of the warmest and proudest kind.