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As a tear runs down my face,

I think of how much I love him

I think of how much I’d miss him,

How much I’d miss him he died.

I’d miss him deeply if he died.

As he heads out,

I hope that this isn’t the last time I see him.

I hope it isn’t the last time I see his face.

I hope he comes back,

I hope he comes and I can hold him in my arms,

I hope he comes back so I can kiss him.

I hope he comes back alive and in one piece.

As I sit here with tears running down my face,

I sit by the door,

I sit by the door and wait.

I wait for him to come through the door,

To come through the door and tell me he love’s me.

I wait,

And I wait.

I wait for a phone call,

Or for a knock on the door.

And if I get either one,

I hope it’s him,

Telling me that he’s coming home.

I hope my baby comes home to me.

I love my baby,

He had besta come back,

Come back and tell me he loves me.

Dear lord,

Please guide my baby back home,

Safe and secure.