A Soldier's Cries

I sit here and watch you. Dream, dreams about you. Never asking myself why, never second guessing love. All those country songs end the same; about never ending love, and impossible things.
I had a dream in high school that you would always stand by me. But, on that cold September day you left me. Left me here to pray.
Praying for your safe return, and now asking myself why. Why did you have to go? Why couldn't you just say? I can not wait to see those blue eyes again, and hold your body next to mine.
Oh, this should be a crime.
As I sit here and watch the evening news, I hear about your brother Jon. He served in the Army. You told him to stay. You sent home a letter saying' you would be home soon. Now our asks me, "Momma, when is Daddy coming home?"
Now your mother prays along with me.
Praying for your safe return, and asking ourselves why. Why did you have to go? Why couldn't you just stay? I can not wait to see those blue eyes again, and feel your body next to mine.
Oh, this should be a crime.
Two months later, there's someone at the door. I start cryin' before I get there. Its a soldier from the war. I'm lookin' for my husband coming in an Army suit, but all In can see and hear is a 21 gun salute.