A Soldier

 

He says he’s leaving
He’ll be gone about a year
He’s headed off to fight the war
And his time is drawing near

I have no words of wisdom,
To ease our aching hearts.
He’ll be gone and I’ll be here,
A thousand miles apart

. The morning comes all too fast,
I’m not prepared at all.
Because I know there is a chance,
My soldier won’t come home.

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