Where Your Face Don'T Mean a Thing

When it's quiet in the morning, I know that you are gone Marching from your family to the place you don't belong You soldier on to countries where your face don't mean a thing Valued as disruption with the destructions you bring I wish these unknown countries saw the man you truly are The body that I ache to hold comes home bruised and scarred They see you as an enemy, to me you are a hero They don't see the tears I cry over your untouched pillow But no one seems to listen, no one seems to care No one seems to notice that these letters end up nowhere And often I have wondered if this worrying is worth it Should I put my life on hold while you complete your service? The haunting thought of losing you, my skin begins to crawl But fear's replaced with gratitude I'm part of you at all It's me you're coming home to, it's me you're fighting for Thinking of the preciousness reminds me who you are And as the echo of your boots go marching out the door I'll be fighting for you too, my own personal war 22nd June 2012