This is one for my brother and my friend,
Please, oh please, let him come back to us.
This war has drowned on, now it should have end.
He should have never gotten on that bus.
The desert wind blows freely through his hair.
Four is a greater number than I thought.
Miles away from those that truly care.
His laugh is something I never forgot.
I cannot imagine the loneliness,
The loneliness that he's going through.
It is a thought I try to suppress,
As I salute the good 'ole red white and blue.
The bounds we share will never be broken,
Because our hearts will not go unspoken.
