My love for my country, my love for my man.

Frightened of the future
Scared of the morning light
Nervous of news
Of this never ending fight

She waits for a call
From him or from God
Saying he's coming home
Or Him saying he's not

He waits for a package
Or a letter from a woman so true
She's terrified of a letter
Delivered by men dressed in blue

When she wakes in the morning
And dresses for the day
She feels almost nothing
But wishes she could say

"Please stop this fighting
It's tearing us apart
Please end this now
Because it all hurts my heart

My love for my country
And my love for a man
Are conflicting ideas
Due to this ring on my left hand

I love that he fights
That he is so honorable and true
But I hate that he's gone
With everything to lose

I'm beginning to despise my country
For giving me him
Because to take him away
Is the most carnal sin

My marine is my life
The air that I breathe
If he does not come home
In my country I will no longer believe

Alas, one day he will return to me
But I know if those men dressed in blue
Arrive at my door
I will only hate you."