Coming home - 911

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You're not coming home, are you, 
for it is not within your power? 

You went to work today, 
never to return. 

And had you known 
your end was at hand, 

would you have said to me 
more than you did 
as you walked out of our door? 

Would you have held me longer, 
tighter, closer to your heart, 
in our last good bye? 

For I wish that I had held you 
in my arms so tight 
and not let you go, 

but how were we to know, 
you'd be taken away, 
used as a pawn, 

in some kind of sick battle, 
between misguided souls? 

Two sides to a story, 
and which one is right? 

They bomb and we bomb, 
as it comes to full circle, 

but can the answers be found 
in a cloud of smoke, 
and the blood of the innocent? 

The answer to that question 
I believe to be no. 

So, as I wait for your return, 
which is never to be, 

I'll hold you in my heart, 
ever so tightly 

as never to let go of 
the memory of you, 

until the day comes 
that we're together again.