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Waiting
(written by Billy Little) 21st June 2009
I stand on the tarmac feeling cold, and alone
I wait for the moment my love is coming home
You gave your life for freedom, so we can all be free
But as I stand here waiting, I wish you were here with me
The cargo doors are opening, I`m trying to look inside
I see your coffin draped with the union jack, with soldiers by your side
They slowly bring you off the plane, my heart it skips a beat
My sobs are uncontrollable, as I lay a rose at your feet
They place your coffin in the hearse, for the long journey home
Now that you are with me, I don`t feel all alone
You were my first love, and you will be my last
The future looks so bleak, I long for the past
I will not feel your touch again, or watch you as you sleep
Pick up your clothes or hear you laugh, the sadness makes me weep
The memories will stay with me, I love you, out loud I say
As I lay you down to rest, on this cold and dreary day
© The right of Billy Little to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.….
All rights reserved. No part of these poems may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.
(written by Billy Little) 21st June 2009
I stand on the tarmac feeling cold, and alone
I wait for the moment my love is coming home
You gave your life for freedom, so we can all be free
But as I stand here waiting, I wish you were here with me
The cargo doors are opening, I`m trying to look inside
I see your coffin draped with the union jack, with soldiers by your side
They slowly bring you off the plane, my heart it skips a beat
My sobs are uncontrollable, as I lay a rose at your feet
They place your coffin in the hearse, for the long journey home
Now that you are with me, I don`t feel all alone
You were my first love, and you will be my last
The future looks so bleak, I long for the past
I will not feel your touch again, or watch you as you sleep
Pick up your clothes or hear you laugh, the sadness makes me weep
The memories will stay with me, I love you, out loud I say
As I lay you down to rest, on this cold and dreary day
© The right of Billy Little to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by him in accordance with the copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.….
All rights reserved. No part of these poems may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.