Treasure Island

mary catherine

(11-03-1962 / minneapolis, mn.)

a soldiers dream

home is a place i lay my hat
polish my boots and play with the cat
i dont get comfortable i dont stay long
my duties to my country they always call
i'm not afraid to stand and fight
for your life or mine it all seems right
my home is something i rarely see
along with my loved ones my family none of these
so i cherish the time we spend the most
alone with each other our hearts and our thoughts
til one more time that we must part
and i'm put back on the endless chart
of x'd off days since my last depart
i long to see my home again
the days and nights they never end
i wonder will it ever be
that i can finally go home
relax and be free

Submitted: Friday, August 29, 2008
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