My American soldier.
Head held high,
unafraid to fight.
Unafraid to die.

For those
he loves in this
blessed country,
and for their freedom.

Because he believes in
the words
freedom, liberty,
justice for all.

“Why must you go?”
I cry, every
teardrop
a scar on my heart.

Every step he
takes, breaks my
spirit further, my
soul crys in anguish.

Is it selfish to need
him here, even as
his country calls him
away from home?

It is tearing me to pieces,
a silent war that’s familiar
more to pain than the simple
love I can offer.

I hold his heart, his hope
in the palm of my hands.
Hands that are waiting
for him to come home.

My American soldier.
Let not time or space
keep us apart,
my darling.

For with bittersweet hope
I await your return.
For you’re my home,
my everything, always.