Till The Day Comes...

In the dry desert,
there you're waiting to return home
Here on a wet island,
I am waiting for you to return home

We counted the days to the day
you would return to the moors
I was looking forward to that;
I wanted to talk to you so badly
and I wanted to see you too

We got our hopes too high,
as that day is never going to come
The day will be late,
when will it arrive?
We don't know...

What are they up to?
Don't they have a heart?
Every soldier longs for their home
Wanting to see their loved ones...
Why are they taking that away?
How long are they going to keep them there?

They have no right...
Every soldier served their country but
it is not fair to take away their freedom
They have no right to
prevent you from returning

Less sleep you get;
time wasted to look out for the rats
Stay awake by the taste of the pill
and rest when you have to
Dream of me for I want you to
as I will meet you in your dreams

Till the day comes,
then I'll be there;
waiting for you at the terminal
All I could think of at that time
was to hold you in my arms
for I couldn't believe you're finally back
The day whereby it will be our first meet...


For Eric Coburg

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