Rebbecca Fowler

Rebbecca Fowler

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Come home soon

Written By: Rebbecca Fowler

You just left a few days ago
And I’m already, I'm empty
You’re on a plane with your platoon
And you'll be in the middle of a War by noon
I’m just praying for you to stay alive
I'll be home just trying to survive
Without you

I don’t want to be feeling sorry for myself
It’s more than just the hand that we have been dealt
And I want you to know I'm real proud
Of the work you do
And I love you
Just come home

All our friends think I am doing fine
It’s not till dark that I loose my mind
Under the sheets
I can feel your body next to mine...It’s bittersweet
I cry out to God to help us overcome
Cuzz right now I 'm just needing
To be comfortably numb

I don’t want to be feeling sorry for myself
It’s more than just the hand that we have been dealt
And I want you to know I'm real proud
Of the work you do
And I love you
Just come home

This Sunday morning I got a call from a Captain
And Oh my God how I thought you had died
He said Ma’am its going to be alright
He's been injured by some militia men
My heart sank ...sank like sand
All there was left for him to say was
that he'll call you when he can

I don’t want to be feeling sorry for myself
It’s more than just the hand that we have been dealt
And I want you to know I'm real proud
Of the work you do
And I love you
Now I know your coming home soon