About my best friend who is fighting in Iraq.
|I miss the warmth when you held my hand.
I hate that they sent you back.
Back to the bombs and gunshots.
Back to where I might lose you.
Back to the place where I'm afraid you'll live forever.
Why won't they let you come back to me.
Back to your home.
Back where your loved ones live.
The loved ones you were forced to leave behind.