For Those Who Wait...

For Those Who Wait...

Written by Karen Ferrell

It's up before dawn and coffee to go.

"Will you be home tonight?" "Well, I don't really know."

It's holding back dinner because he'll be late,

Then, he comes home and tells you he altready ate.

It's gear laid out everywhere, upstairs and down,

And "I'm not really sure when I'll be back in town."

It's missions and ops and "I can't really say."

And, "I think I can call, but I don't know which day."

It's time on the road, when you miss him a lot,

And, it seems like he's gone more than he's not.

It's phone calls at three a.m., it's love and it's hate,

And, it's times when it seems you do nothing but wait.

You forget what he looks like - - you try to recall,

And, you stare at his photograph up on the wall.

It's deployments when months seem to turn into years,

And, it's living with hope and living with fear.

But, it's also the women whose lives are the same;

The ones that you call when you're sick of the game.

You lean on each other when nights seem too long,

And, you're there for each other, and that makes you strong.

It's trips ending early by two days or three,

When he's home, and you didn't expect him to be.

It's letters and postcards from far distant shores,

And, it's hearing the sound of his keys in the door.

It's making it through when the going gets tough,

And, the time that you do have is somehow enough.

It's pride in a life that's not easy to live

That can ask of a man more than many can give.

The price and the love seem to outweigh the doubts,

And, you'd rather live with him than ever without.

For no matter the miles, or the time you're apart,

He is never too far, for he's there in your heart.