Ann-Marie Spittle

WILL I?

As I watch you board the plane to war,
I ask myself what truly is it for.
Will you make a difference in a place
That kills you at a glance of just your face;
Will they keep you safe in battle fierce,
Or will by their negligence your heart to be pierced?
I pray to the one God keep him safe,
Let not even a raindrop mark his lovely face,
Let him come home as he left me,
Don’t let the experience change him. Oh Lord free me,
From the knowledge that my love may never be,
The same once wars great tyranny,
Has marred his youthful spirit and made it black,
Because of all the carnage and the flack.
Please let my lover be the same to me,
Despite his days of black and tyranny.