The mights of this world are many...but there is always a known. |
I Might... I might lie awake at night wondering where you are, Perhaps also wondering why you went away so far. I might cry when I remember what you had to do, Because I know it was our country who asked you to. I might feel sad to tell our children you won't be coming home, Then lie awake at night feeling so alone. I might get angry at what people might say, That the war on terror was not the only way. I might understand the guilt and fear your commrades come home with, Because forgetting what happened out there could only be a myth. I might smile to know you are going be alright, When I watched you tuck our children in that very first night. I might see the good you do when you put the mission first, And just hold you when the memories are truly at their worst. I might visit you at your grave surrounded by many others, And hug the grieving sons, daughters, fathers, and mothers. I might not want to remember or even feel a thing, Because not knowing is the hardest about what the news will bring. Then I might lie awake at night waiting for your call, But I will always know you, respect you, love you, the bravest one of all. |