He'd kiss me good morning, he'd kiss me goodnight
I can see from his smile, his future would be bright
Not all too attractive, but my was he tall
All who knew him thought he possessed a good soul
Loved by his peers, a significant girl
My heart raced and thought, better look out world
Possessed everything a young man would want
Not knowing the inevitable, his life it will haunt
He'd answer the calling, of the nations finest
With eager and pride, was convinced by his blindness
We'd meet at the gates, after completing his tour,
I sense there's an absence, I'd not sensed before
Eyes dark and deep, constant empty stare
My son has come home, all broken...bare...
As I await his souls return, time absorbs my might
My dear poor boy, they have darkened his light
Violent screams, fill the night air
Each night I beg, how does one prepare?
Prefers solitude, over company of friends
Makes an appearance, every now and then
He'd gone to a country, as wretched a place
Only to return, with his soul replaced
Just wanting to hold him, feel his return
Neither smile nor kiss, just a cold burn
Once was a proud man, just one of so many
Unbeknownst consequences, of one serving his country.
