So Many Miles From Home

What kind of life
Is it in a war zone?
What kind of life
Is it so many miles from home?
What kind of life
Is it alone with so many demands?
What kind of life
Is it when no one understands?
The person I met, 
The person I can't forget
Is living without a net.
The person is not a myth,
Somewhere below hidden
Lies a beautiful soul
I know he exists.
What kind of life
Is it in a war zone?
What kind of life
Is it when he comes home?
Will he come home? 
 
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