5He's my soldier,
My friend.
I look into his face,
So young,
Yet today he leaves his country to defend.
I remember when we were little kids,
Neighbors who lived next door,
He was the funny little kid with the glasses.
I think of that night sometimes as I lay in bed,
When we said our goodbyes,
Perhaps for good.
I remember when we used to play games in the dark,
He would count to ten and then everyone would howl to the moon,
Or we would play in the park.
I stole his gum when we were in the third grade,
He would have got mad,
But I felt bad.
He is so young,
Yet old enough to fight,
Old enough to die.
He is so tall,
Yet small enough to cry,
Small enough that today he won't be set free to fly.
He remembers well,
All the times we danced together under the stars,
After all we'd been through together.
He told me once,
How a football game at night with me,
Reminded him of an angel prancing.
He said just before he left,
That he'd be home,
He'd come get me.
He whispered to me just before he was gone,
What he'd felt for me,
That he'd always loved me.
I remember the day they sent him away,
He told me never to forget
What he'd said.
In my dreams I see us dancing,
Underneath the stars,
After the music was gone.
In my heart I know he loved me,
Though he may never come home
To me.
In my mind I wonder why he had to go,
All this time we'd loved each other,
But now, he may be gone forever.
In my soul I dread,
A letter from Uncle Sam,
Saying he's never coming home.
I know for sure in my deepest of heart,
That when he comes home I will tell him,
I've always loved him too.
And I will-
because I know that it is true,
That I have always loved him too.