She's waiting by
the door.
Facts, she can't ignore.
She's waiting by
the phone
So, so, tired of being alone.
She waits for news.
She waits for a word.
She does pray.
Pray he will be ok.
Pray that he will be alright,
That he will get through.
The thing she does dred.
The thought in her head.
Especially, as she lies in bed.
The soldiers coming to
the door.
Ring the bell.
They tell her all is not well.
She can't take the fears.
She can't take the tears.
This game she must play.
How long has he been away.
This game, insane.