and his words to me so simple
a smile behind the phrase
i pray the time is ending
war there numbered by days

i read the words over
finding meaning in those not said
how right i feel here, while he
chasing nightmares,bombs over his head

i sit by the window thinking
there are storm clouds still ahead
i pray for those still living,
carrying on for the dead

so i will keep on sending, my
thoughts, and prayers, and tidbits
while he takes the brunt of war, from
a country of nitwits.