When I Come Home
A week after our wedding
I had to say goodbye.
The hardest part of loving you
is the distance, but we try
to make the most of memories
and hope to make some more.
But all of that will have to wait
until I'm back from war.
I hope that you can understand
I fight to give you more,
so I know that you'll be happy
when I walk back through that door.
I'm sorry that I'm always gone
and never by your side.
But I pray that when you think of me
all you feel is pride.
And knowing when this war does end
we'll move into a house.
Then I can be the man you need
a best friend and a spouse.
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