M.i.a
If I were to tell you how much I missed you,
It wouldnt make a difference.
The government has taken you from me.
God, if only they knew its painful.
It kills the ones left behind.
The stress youre in.
The ways you have to give up civilian life,
just to be a good damn soldier.
Well you march on my love.
And show them the way.
Be the soldier you see in your heart,
and the soldier I see with my faith.
Prove those who dont believe in you, wrong.
Its New Year, and 18 days until my birthday.
Ill wait here for you by my candlelite dinner.
Though you will never show,
we will still see the stars together tonight.
poem by KitKat Smithh
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