HOPE TO BE HOME BY CHRISTMAS World War III
by Tom Zart Alan Zart
Darling I miss you more than words can tell
As the torments of war burden my heart.
I worry about you and how you are
As by conflict we were forced to part.
As death confronts me I witness first hand
Just how sudden life can come to its end.
At any moment war can consume and destroy
Myself, my dreams, my enemy, my friend.
Determined, though fearful, I dream of home
Remaining focused, steadfast and whole.
Praying for family, country and comrades
The treasures of my existence and soul.
I suffer pain, remorse and regret
From actions I?m forced to employ.
I have no choice but to do my duty
As my solemn oath becomes my story.
Remind our kids of how much I love them
In those moments they cry or play.
I?ll be home for hugs and kisses
Hopefully, by Christmas Day.
Most of all I pray for words
That portray my need for your touch.
I dream of you both night and day
Sometimes a bit too much.
Letters from home, loneliness and sorrow
Have made family more precious to recall.
I love you so incredibly much
As I serve with honor, God and country?s call.
Hope To Be Home By Christmas,