A lost soldier is a lost home. Alone is how his wife will roam.
A fate that she couldn’t abide,
Since this war is a suicide.
All her issues just rise like foam.
She stays inside her little dome.
She can’t stop carrying his comb. Her heart is cut open too wide. A lost soldier is a lost home.
Letters never sent are a tome. Please, get her out of this syndrome.
She used to live with some false pride.
Somehow there’s a grenade inside.
Is this house a funeral home?
A lost soldier is a lost home.
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