Coming Home
Coming Home
Robert E. Welch, Sr.
October 16, 2017
I bet my Mom and Dad have cried a million tears
Not knowing how I’m doing or where I am.
I’ve been here in the jungle for over 50 years
I’m lying here in the jungle of Vietnam.
So many times someone would call my name.
“Please, oh please; please come on home”.
Each time there were no answers just the same
But no longer will my soul forever roam.
Tell Mom & Dad I’m finally coming home,
To be at rest in a place I’ve always known.
I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home,
And laid to rest next to that marble stone.
Family, friends and neighbors are all there to see,
Six soldiers in quiet stature march on by
And slowly fold the flag that was lying over me.
Taps are played, but there are no tears to cry
Tell Mom & Dad I’m finally coming home,
To be at rest in a place I’ve always known.
I’m coming home, yes, I’m coming home,
And laid to rest next to that marble stone.
Copyright © Robert Welch | Year Posted 2017
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