The waves crash quietly on the sand
while they glisten in the light of the moon
I can feel the ghost of your hand in mine
please, soldier, come home soon.
The beach holds the form of your boot
while behind my closed eyes I see your uniform
I stand there, crying, begging the stars to keep you safe
my heart, until you return, shall remain torn.
I walk down the beach alone
looking up at the cloudy sky, wondering where you are
not wanting to return to our empty home
wondering if you're far.
The waves crash quietly on the sand
while they glisten in the light of the moon
I can feel the ghost of your hand in mine
please, soldier, come home soon.
