By Sorrells Pickard
PATIENTLY SHE STARES DOWN THE RUNWAY,
TODAY'S THE DAY THAT HE IS COMING HOME.
SEEMS LIKE HE'S BEEN GONE A LIFE TIME
AND A LIFE TIME IS A LONG TIME TO BE GONE.
BUT THERE ARE SONGS THAT NEED SINGING,
AND THERE ARE THINGS THAT MUST BE DONE.
THERE ARE THOUGHTS THAT STILL NEED THINKING,
AND THERE ARE WARS THAT MUST BE WON.
HE WAS JUST A BOY WHEN THEY SENT FOR HIM
AND OVERNIGHT TURNED HIM INTO A MAN.
PROUDLY HE HAD SERVED HIS COUNTRY
IN A WAR HE DIDN'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND.
THE FLAG STILL WAVES, HIS WAR IS OVER,
HE'LL NEVER HAVE TO KILL AGAIN.
AND AS SHE WAITS, SHE THINKS IT OVER,
IS WINNING WORTH THE PRIZE WE PAY TO WIN?
HER THOUGHTS KEEP WANDERING TO HIS CHILDHOOD,
WHEN ALL HIS HAND GRENADES WERE MERELY TOYS.
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