Why did you have to do this,
leaving me like a dirty dish,
It seemed that you had no other choice,
for I was not anything but one of those boys.
You gave me ur last goodbyes and hi's.
But now I know that ur in the iraqi skies,
I can not help but to wheep knowing ur in danger,
but I know at times that you have to call home an aircraft hanger,
so begfore I let you go no more I have to let you know,
that I love you like how I love my cereal bowl
but hurry home and do not stayed toren out of my arms,
for that place has nothing but only military barns.
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