Keep on Marching

Echoes of your boots down the hallway are now a memory of my past

And I believe that someday you’ll never come home to me but to her.

And that my love;

Is all I’ll ever need in this life.

To assure myself that you’re coming home alive as you fly your jet fighter.

The bombs getting close and close to the bad moon.

Please stay home

Stay with me.

Love me 

Love me like you used to.

***

As the bombs come flying through the air faster than the speed of cars,

Come home to me.

And keep on marching.

Keep on marching.

And come home to me….