Out a windows ledge horizon slowly fades
Scores of others fled it's time to turn the page
He sits about the room as silence fills the air
And ponders of the gloom tomorrow soon will bear
The kids he has not seen four years of utter pain
The glass he walked to clean to earn himself this name
Shadows in his sleep screams and cries and tears
Floods upon his cheek time fades but not his fears
His country still at war his children far away
It drops him to the floor upon the ledge to pray
Their hearts and souls to know that he has long sense been sad
The lord to soon allow a hug for them from Dad

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