The young girl cries in despair,
Mouth opened wide, screaming,
Waving to her father,
He’s treading off to Iraq,
It’s incomprehensible,
This horrible thing called war,
Breaking free from her mother’s grasp,
“Come home, Daddy, come home!”

Silent tears are falling,
From the father’s rueful eyes,
Wincing; his heart aching,
Not daring to turn and look,
At that which he may never return to,
Because of this appalling war,
Sobbing back to his little girl,
"I'll come home, baby, I'll come home!"

Disheartening laments
From the brave soldiers heart,
Gazing at this field of death,
Peering into his best friends face,
Eyes widened, lying unconscious,
Yet still inhaling the polluted air,
Leaning towards his comrades ear,
"You'll go home, my friend, you'll go home!"

Moaning and wailing,
From the brave soldiers friend,
Reminded of his condition once more,
Knowing he’ll never walk again,
His wife kneeling by his bedside,
But his mind is still at war,
Hushing and soothing she whispers,
"You're home, darling, you're home!"

Weeping and mourning,
From the mother’s grieving soul,
Being brought the news,
Of her son’s injury at war,
Gambles of death flying,
Haunting her anxious mind
Sitting in ominous silence praying,
“Bring him home, God, bring him home!”

Protesting and crying,
From United States families,
Losing their children to war,
Changing their lives forever,
Aware of the wanton death,
Caused by this foolish war,
Rising up together bewailing,
“Bring our troops home, bring them home!”