As I stare out the window,
Tears still in my eyes.
I see the vision of those I love,
As we said our last goodbyes.
The flight was long and tiring.
As two questions plagued my mind;
Do I want the life ahead of me,
Or the one I left behind?
You see twenty four months is such a long time
For going door to door.
In my reflection, I thought,
There must be something more.
I struggled down off the plane,
Looking for a friendly face.
When a man called Pres. said:
"Son, you've come to the right place!"
I sit reflecting once again
As this day is my last.
Please, Lord, it isn't fair,
The time came way to fast.
As I stare out the window
Tears still in my eyes,
I see the visions of those I love,
As we said our last goodbyes.
The flight was long and tiring,
As two questions plagued my mind;
Do I want the life ahead of me,
Or the one I left behind?
