I was here but now I’m gone,

And I hope that I won’t be gone for long,

From the sweet embrace of your arms,

And the warm touch of your palms.

I had put my Bergen on my back,

And walked past the gate at the end of the track,

But before I went down that lane,

I looked back to the eyes of pain.

I can still see those eyes now,

They stare at me behind my eyelids somehow,

Haunting me, every time I blink,

And there’s only one thing that I can think.

I see what those eyes saw that day,

A lonely figure walking away,

Out of your life once again,

To fight with brothers in foreign fen.

My eyes are hidden to hide those eyes,

With a single tear and a war cry,

And cannot wait to see them learn,

Of my well being and safe return.

But even when I am back and safe,

My mind may still be in the other place,

And once again in your arms lie,

Would hate again see that haunting eye.

23 Dec 08