that I’ve not been to war is true. You have shown me war through your eyes...
a secondhand sight…I do realize. I have been told some of the battle tales
and heard with my heart...the wounded wails, I know war is a path that winds...and winds
...forever in your mind You have shown me your scars...
and I...touching them felt under my fingertips…unbearable pain...
still I chose to remain. I have heard of your friends’ last hours...
how things were beyond your powers I know of your cares
and I know of your nightmares I know of your fears...
how they have haunted you so many years I was not with you there…but, for you…I am always here Yes...I am the protected…yet sometimes rejected...
but eternally grateful... always your supporter...sleeping or wakeful …and forever so...through sun and shadow... loss or gain...count on me...for I will remain...