I dream of the day my love comes home
From overseas where she roams
She is doing the good work
Yet I selfishly anger at the jerk
Who sent her there, away from here
I miss her so, I cannot bear
This emptiness, this loneliness
I am more scared then her I must confess
On my calendar I mark the date
And settle in for the endless wait
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