Hopeless hours pass slowly as you lie flat
on your back with the thoughts of the last combat.
And the words that tore through the tissues
over the problem that proved to be an issue.
Because the words that you told to take stands
over enemy lines returned with my heart in their hands.
Without mercy they hurled their ammunition
and the result of the war was absolute demolition.
As paralyzed as I am on this carpeted floor
I still reach for your hand once more.
