Bring Me Home
What I'd like to give you,
is an ounce of my cologne
before I leave for battlefield
Tomorrow if I fail to come back alive
and you miss me
Don't shed tears
Just take a whiff of my perfume,
you will feel me near
Remember, you are wife of a brave soldier
His life was meant for the nation, not you
Be proud of me, I died trying for victory
Make my son a man of high integrity
Fill him with compassion for all
He owes a lot to the nation
Should repay back by serving countrymen
Let him not be a selfish person,
filling his coffers, enjoying himself
He should leave a mark behind
Die doing something worthy of acclaim
Bring me back home
I want my last rites performed here
Place my head on your lap
Tell me I am proud of you dear
If the bells of victory ring in the town
Smile and rejoice that my death
has not gone in vain
If we lose still be happy,
We laid our life
never gave up till the end
Console mother,
she may not be able to bear it
Tell her I told I can't see her crying
If I come back alive
Just sprinkle this cologne on me
Let us rejoice together
26.09.2021
For bring me home, Mystic Rose Rose
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