What Hurts the Most
What hurts the most is your not home
what hurts the most, is you left no note
you left without
saying goodbye
you've done it before
but it was worse this time
I wasn't around or
about that day,
I laid in the coast
of a near by bay
I laid face
down in the sand
not about to
take a stand
I understood that you had to go
your country needed you oh, oh
but what hurts the most
I wasn't home
what hurts the most you
had to go
dad come home
we miss you
the ranch
the mountains
the incredible views
but you're fighting in a war
no combat can be igored
but what hurts the most is
you're not home
what hurts the most is there's
no phone
for when I want to say hello
or to say I feel yellow
what hurts the most is I didn't say goodbye
what hurts the most is
me thinking there won't
be a next time.
Based on a true event.
Copyright © Jessie Conner | Year Posted 2015
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