In Iraq On Family.

Bad taste in my mouth from the night before,
Broken smiles from the husband I always swore...
I'd dedicate my life to, but while he was away,
I got lonely yesterday...
I wish that I didn't,
I am just what they say,
Something I swore never to be.
I am but a cheat, a god lying cheat,
And I've balled my eyes out today,
Damien is five, he tells me not to cry,
His daddy's eyes looking back on me.
While daddy's fighting a war,
But what the Hell's he fighting for?
We all need him, especially today,
Isabelle's been crying since my mama brought her home,
Damien played quietly outside.
And as mama and I talked over coffee,
My mama did say, I know what you did yesterday..
Did I know what to say?
What were the words?
I just stammered and stuttered and sipped boiling coffee,
As I waited for my mama to go.
Eight months and a day, my baby's been away,
Do I cry or stand to denial?
I don't think he's coming back,
There is a heart I now lack,
And I don't feel I'm still standing on trial...
Damien's now six,
Isabelle's now one,
She doesn't remember her father,
And Damien sometimes cries,
But otherwise he denies...He ever truly had one.
I remember one time, about a month ago,
Damien turned all the pictures with daddy down,
I asked him why, all he did was sigh and grab his wrestlers once more.
A letter I'd been dreading came through the door,
Srgnt.J.D.Storm died in battle. He will be sorely missed,
What about the death of a man?
A wonderful man, a family man, no matter who was his weekly hiding,
I know he had a second life and I hope they don't know, what I found out today...