He's been away to the war so long,
We're over joyed that he's home.
He's fought for our country and what stories will be told.
He's waited out his sentence in an obligation spent.
In the war for all tomorrow and the dreams that have been sent.
To the east in the deserts, to the west in the sands.
He's seen the rush of blood and pain and knows that it will never end.
He's wondered over days at a time, will I ever know that home come of mine?
To hear laughter and joy instead of pain and morn.
To hear words of good cheer, instead of words of yesteryear.
To hear and feel the breeze as it blows and know that there's no place like home.
To be able to walk down the street and not have to worry what's lurking or at peak.
He's wondered and waited for such along time,
That it's hard for him to believe it's just a state of mind.
But, he no longer has to wonder, he no longer has to wait for his home come is upon him and its been well worth the wait.
