When I Come Home

A week after our wedding I had to say goodbye. The hardest part of loving you is the distance, but we try to make the most of memories and hope to make some more. But all of that will have to wait until I'm back from war. I hope that you can understand I fight to give you more, so I know that you'll be happy when I walk back through that door. I'm sorry that I'm always gone and never by your side. But I pray that when you think of me all you feel is pride. And knowing when this war does end we'll move into a house. Then I can be the man you need a best friend and a spouse.