It was so sad the day you had to pack.
You took your most treasured things and headed to Iraq.
It was so hard to tell you goodbye then.
I wondered if I would ever see you again.
I still look forward to any letter in the mail.
I can’t wait to here from you while you serve your time in hell.
My sweet soldier, I’ll keep you in my heart,
Even though we are a million miles apart.
While you’re in the hot sun,
I’m in the cool air.
You’re off holding a gun.
I’m here holding a prayer.
You’re marching upon the sand,
While I’m dancing on the soft grass.
You are looking at the clock’s hand,
While for me it ticks and turns fast.
You are out there with tears.
As for me, I think of you everyday.
You are wishing you were here.
We wish you’d never flown away.
You are out in a camouflage suit.
I’m in my summer brights.
You wear your combat boots,
As I prance in my flip flops tonight.
You are off where lives are stolen.
I’m where lives are made from above.
You see eyes that are swollen.
I see eyes that wink in love.
You fight and you rise and fall.
You weep and wound and bruise.
While I, I lay doing nothing at all,
Not having a penny to lose.
You see nothing but desert for miles.
You see your friends dying away,
While I see trees and birds and smiles
And every moment is light and gay.
Everyday I pray for you and wish you were in my arms.
Everyday I pray the angels guard you and keep you from harm.
Every night I try to send love from my very heart to yours.
If anyone has ever missed a nephew, it is me I’m sure.
You work so much overtime and you don’t get much sleep.
You keep on climbing mountains that always seem too steep.
I bet your heart aches for home when you find yourself all alone.
You overcome your darkest fear and you cry unmanly tears.
You see footprints in the sand where your friends often trod.
You may be in the middle of nowhere, but brother you are close to God.
I hope the days come easy and you are always strong.
I hope you do right when the world does wrong.
I hope you keep fighting before you give in to fate.
I hope you still find love in this world of hate.
America, take care of my nephew.
He means so much you see.
America you better take care of my boy,
As he tries to take care of me.
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