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As I close my eyes,
I can see her there.
Her dark, amber hair,
like wispers in the air...

Her body is so comforting,
as it eases the pain.
So that i might see clearly,
through the pouring rain...

I open my eyes,
to see only the pain.
It back the suffering,
that is so accompying to my pain...

So i pray for the darkness,
i pray for my sleep.
So that i might find some kindness,
in the shadows of the deep...

For she is the only one,
the cure for this suffering.

Soon the light goes out,
and i begin to drift on out,
to our place in the dark.

Our place is really quite peaceful,
beside the bubbling brook.
She is waiting there for me,
Under the big wide oak...

But this time is different,
she is there, crying.
I make my way over,
but she continues her crying...

She cannot bear to see,
my departure everytime.
I fight alongside others you see,
but so far i have made it back time after time...

Each time i leave,
she prays for me to return.
But soon she fears that i may leave,
never to return...

I simply take her in my arms,
and banish those thoughts aside.
For i have made it back this time,
and everything else is pushed to the side...

She protects me from harm,
as myself and others protect her.
When we face our fears,
during the daylight hour...

She fits in against me,
like a hand into a properly fit glove.
And i hold her there tightly,
to forget the world above...

Just as i get to the most intimate point,
my buddy wakes me up,
and i return to the above point...

We are sorrounded by gunfire,
with no end in sight.
And all i can do is sit here,
and see her there, framed by the moonlight....