Teardrops of War and Pain

Teardrops dropping, My heart nearly stopping, When you left me standing here, You said "Goodbye, my sweet dear." I asked for you to stay, If not for another year, then perhaps one more day. You looked me in the eyes, And said "This may be our last goodbyes." You kissed me with tenderness, As if this may be our last, final kiss. Ours lips parting, The situation hardening. As I said "I love you so, I don't want you to go", Pulled up a sandy, monstrous truck, Alerted to shoot, but not at a duck. I saw such pain in your eyes, When we told one another of our love, and then goodbye's. I'll never forget what happened that day; I can't sleep at night, so I walk to the bay. The bay is so full of our love, The one thing that accompanies me is a dove. I cry teardrops of war and pain, To only know of what I lost, but will never again gain. I hope for you to come back home, Until I find out that I have to find a silent, cement dome. Everyday and every night, The pain is too much to bear to eat even a bite, As I sit here at the eating table, I'll admit, I don't think, anytime soon, I'll be stable. The pain is too much to take, I'm dying of this terrible heart ache. I cry so many teardrops of war and pain, That I think I'll never, again be sane.