Coming Home

Listen to your heart tonight.
If it is crying, tell it I will be home.
And when I am lying by your side,
promise me you won't let go.

Grab your gun, soldier!
Freedom is calling your name.
Stand beside your brothers.
Not for the glory or fame.
Fight through all the bullets,
push beyond the pain.
Do it for your family, son
you will not die in vain.

I read the letter that you sent me,
your picture is so beautiful.
Its enough to get me by,
but missing you is terrible.
I hope I get home in time
to see our pride and joy.
8 months passes by so fast;
I am hoping for a boy.

And in his hand a locket
clutched to his chest,
closest to his heart
when he was laid to rest.
A picture of his pregnant wife
coated in his blood.
Now a body lies
where a father once stood

I am coming home tonight
lying in this casket, dead and cold.
Dry your tears; I am by your side.
Promise me you won't let go.

Not for liberty or justice,
America, or God.
Not for the recognition,
the titles, or the job.
He did it for his family
his wife and unborn girl.
He might have lost his life,
but he did not lose his world.