J-Deuce, 'When you come home (Military Wife Song)'

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When you come home (Military Wife Song)

When you come home, I'll stop this
When you come home, I'll hide it good
I'll never cry again
When you come home to me...

He said "I'm sorry, but we just got word today
tha the Captain's fiendin' for some action,
C-130's on the way"
She was quiet, time to pack up, she ain't have much to say
but in the back of her mind, she wanna go back to L.A.
but they got one on the way, so everyday he calls
She says she's tired of deployments, lonely, staring at the wall
Every night, hold his picture tight, the baby's getting tall
and he looks just like his daddy, but he don't know him at all
And the bills keep gettin' worse, with a empty purse and now she's stressin'
on the 1st phone got cut off, cable and internet connection
She said "It happens every goddam time, why the f*@k didn't you listen?
I told you powers of attorney dont mean $h*t in my position!
I'm not b*t@hin', I'm just sayin', I keep prayin' for your safety
while the baby needs some diaper, hyper, tryna' drive me crazy
I'm a military wife, and I hate this life, thought you should know it
But when you come home I'll act like its all good and never show it

When you come home, I'll stop this
When you come home, I'll hide it good
I'll never cry again
When you come home to me.

He's only back for a minute, but from the beginning
she knew he was in it from start to the finish
sometimes she regrets it, sometimes it's a blessing
but either way... She will support him, no question
Never a burden, always protect him,
always stay runnin' in different directions
east to the west, leaving the nest in a second
a couple of drinks to release the aggression
"Your son is in school, he's loving his kinder
He's got a crush on Mrs.Carter, his teacher
Gotten so big, i gotta send you a picture
got him in soccer, excellent kicker
But what should i say? It's breaking his heart!
The other kids play with their dad in the park
some days, he sits all alone in the yard
or goes in his room and cries in the dark"
And it's not quite fair that he's not all there
cuz the dinner table's got an extra chair
extra spot, nobody there, extra pop pie mom prepared
It's extra hot cuz they have no air,
the sink and the pot they all need repair
It's leaking a lot, they're antiques I swear
the keys and the locks and the weeds need care...
Declares.. she's not gonna take it
few more weeks and she's not gonna make it
gets in the car, loads up the babies
wanted to leave but the phone keeps vibrating
"hi baby" wipes her tears
hears his voice, no more fears
although she knows later on this year
he's leaving again, for now he's here..

I saw you again, I knew just where you'd be
I'll stop this, real soon when you're back safe with me.....

When you come home, I'll stop this
When you come home, I'll hide it good
I'll never cry again
When you come home to me...

by J-Deuce

http://youtu.be/B0PZEa70xnU

Robert Nichols, 'Fulfilment'

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Fulfilment

Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir
More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.

Faces cheerful, full of whimsical mirth,
Lined by the wind, burned by the sun;
Bodies enraptured by the abounding earth,
As whose children we are brethren: one.

And any moment may descend hot death
To shatter limbs! Pulp, tear, blast
Beloved soldiers who love rough life and breath
Not less for dying faithful to the last.

O the fading eyes, the grimed face turned bony,
Oped mouth gushing, fallen head,
Lessening pressure of a hand, shrunk, clammed and stony!
O sudden spasm, release of the dead!

Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
O loved, living, dying, heroic soldier,
All, all my joy, my grief, my love, are thine.

By Robert Nichols