An Unopened Book
I'm Coming Home
I keep your letters, each and everyone.
Place them tied together locked up tight.
And when my day is finally done.
I open and read them in the dead of night.
I can hear your voice in every word.
I see the tear stain marks where they fell.
Your voice is the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
But, I see the pain your in; your hurting I can tell.
You need me home, I want to come home.
This is a crazy place, people hating me,
Everyday I face hundreds of angry faces,
Destruction is every where it's all I see.
But it comforts me your in the safest of places.
I'm glad I get to read your letters each night.
They help me out, they get me through.
You make even the worst days seem alright.
I am so thankful for letters from you.
But, you need me home; I want to come home.
Another fighting day has seemed to come my way,
Why so much hatred in their eyes,
I hear them shouting night and day.
There bombs have blacken the sunny sky,
Your letters are on my mind always on my mind.
I can almost recite each and every line you made.
Your voice in this land of fury; oh so kind.
And I'm glad they are there at the end of the day.
But I know you need me home; I want to come home.
Seems it was bad today that I know,
If you are reading this, my friend sent it to you
In the front pocket I always keep this letter
And he said if anything were to happen he'd send it.
It's a few simple lines you have heard it a hundred times,
I know you need me home.
I'm coming home.
An Unopened Book®
D. Cody Herring
Copyright© 2014
Place them tied together locked up tight.
And when my day is finally done.
I open and read them in the dead of night.
I can hear your voice in every word.
I see the tear stain marks where they fell.
Your voice is the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
But, I see the pain your in; your hurting I can tell.
You need me home, I want to come home.
This is a crazy place, people hating me,
Everyday I face hundreds of angry faces,
Destruction is every where it's all I see.
But it comforts me your in the safest of places.
I'm glad I get to read your letters each night.
They help me out, they get me through.
You make even the worst days seem alright.
I am so thankful for letters from you.
But, you need me home; I want to come home.
Another fighting day has seemed to come my way,
Why so much hatred in their eyes,
I hear them shouting night and day.
There bombs have blacken the sunny sky,
Your letters are on my mind always on my mind.
I can almost recite each and every line you made.
Your voice in this land of fury; oh so kind.
And I'm glad they are there at the end of the day.
But I know you need me home; I want to come home.
Seems it was bad today that I know,
If you are reading this, my friend sent it to you
In the front pocket I always keep this letter
And he said if anything were to happen he'd send it.
It's a few simple lines you have heard it a hundred times,
I know you need me home.
I'm coming home.
An Unopened Book®
D. Cody Herring
Copyright© 2014
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