-A Soldier's home-
It's solitary like the life he signed up for...

She wrote in a memo pad:
"You don't have to tell me the truth...

God I know that you didn't intent for
me to dine my own heart out...

It hurts now
like it does every day...

~ Missing Home ~
It's smelling the odor of coffee...

Thoughts torment the mind,
it even does one final parting curse...

Jumping from cloud to cloud
An angel child was like a thundercloud...

A wise teen walked the path
Of righteousness and stood...

"Stop it...let go of me
This isn't fun anymore...

You don't have to listen
You don't have to read...

Her voice screams where no one can hear
Living in the shadows of existence...

Purple skies filled with glowing lights
Illuminated the path to God...