Half Way Home

I remember the way, they all would say
that we would never make it on our own
As I think of he day, when we will be able to say
they were wrong…

You were the one, who gave me my son
and I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long
but you have the ring, remember what it means
It’s our love…

I miss the sight, of your face at night
we are so very far apart
I’m here for him, and I’m here for you
you have my heart…

This pain I feel, can only be healed
when I hold you
This pain is real, I need to be healed
well I need you…

The distances I’ve gone, this time that passed
almost over, almost over at last
the days fade in as the nights fade out
as I try to remember what this is about…

Half way through, half left to go,
half way to you, Robin, I’m half way home…
half way through, half left to go,
half way to you, Aaron, I’m half way home….

Written Apr 20th 2002 – Basic Training, Lackland AFB. TX

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  1. Kris  November 24, 2006

    I remember writing this one, I had to leave for basic training shortly after my son was born. It was tough because I had been gone for longer than I had been around him. It was hard to remember what I was there for, I just wanted to quit and go home to see him.

    Then I got a letter from Robin with a picture of Aaron inside. He had a smile on his face, and that was the first time I had ever seen my son smile. I wrote this for them.

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