Waiting On a Soldier
She sits by the phone and waits
For that one call destined by fate
She wonders if she'll ever get him back
Or if he'll leave by a gunfire crack
She remembers the sound if his voice
At first she starts to rejoice
Then she stops and looks around
Realizing that there is not a sound
The house sits in silent reprieve
All alone she starts to grieve
He's far away on foreign land
And she longs to hold his hand
She wants to feel his arms around her
If she ever will again she is unsure
The phone rings confirming her fear
She'll always be waiting on a soldier here
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