Locked in your arms,
Captured in your kisses,
Feeling the gentle caress of your hand.
I open my eyes to see your face,
Then I realize you're not here in this place.
It was on a cold September morn,
When you loaded your bags in the car.
Your tender lips kissed me softly,
You looked around our place,
Then wiped the tears gently from my face.
I waited each day for your letters,
Or even a phone call to brighten the day.
I would hear your voice on the line,
And know you were okay,
Even though you were in a far away place.
It was a cold September morn,
A car pulled into the drive,
A man in a uniform approached the door.
He said you fought hard,
But you were surrounded in place.
We put you in your final resting place,
The flag covered you with honors.
I tried to tell you good-bye,
But my hopes wouldn't let me.
It was another cold September morn.