Epistle To a Soldier's Daughter

EPISTLE TO DAUGHTER OF A SOLDIER When all hopes fade, I alone carry my pain, There may be so many colours, But I'm coloured in blood red stain I'm alone there Where silent screams surround With dire mess all around. I must bank on my fate I'm a knight in a shiny armour In the eyes of people, I'm so great. I'm trying to colour the world in hues of love And want to erase the strain of hate But as a father, I guess, I am not that great. How many days, I must wait? Its my daughter's birthday, eh? Sorry, but am I actually late? I don't know my dear But I am never losing my faith Because I'm a soldier I've my country's responsibility On my shoulder My country is my mother Who is making me everyday even bolder I could even offer my life to her I know I ain't just one But trying my best to be a loyal son Because in hot days and cold nights She is my shelter. She is my work, she is my world But... Sorry, my princess, my dear girl I could not make this time to home Because I'm a servant of my nation I'm my country's brave. I don't know but may be I would meet you soon Or finally you would drop Your tears on my grave!