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Hey all... I think think this is a great idea for a thread on a forum like this, 'cos I think it could give us a little bit of insight into the minds of our fellow adventurers... After all, I think somebody famous did say that poetry is the gateway to the soul, or something to that effect.
Anyhow, this is my first contribution on the forum, I hope you like it. Or whatever, any feedback is welcome.
Its a poem I wrote, putting myself in the shoes of a young soldier away at war, writing to his mother, promising he would be coming home to her. It's a very emotional poem to me, since I wrote it during a time when the 26 year long civil war was just about coming to a close, here in Sri Lanka, and yet, so many soldiers were not able to survive it, by a mere number of days, even hours...
Anyhow, this is my first contribution on the forum, I hope you like it. Or whatever, any feedback is welcome.
Its a poem I wrote, putting myself in the shoes of a young soldier away at war, writing to his mother, promising he would be coming home to her. It's a very emotional poem to me, since I wrote it during a time when the 26 year long civil war was just about coming to a close, here in Sri Lanka, and yet, so many soldiers were not able to survive it, by a mere number of days, even hours...
Dear Mum, I'm fine, how are you? I hope that you are too.
I'm sorry I had to leave home, mum. I'm sorry I left you alone.
I've been away for far too long, so long that I can't keep track.
But stop those tears, and trust me, mum - I'm coming back to you.
Our brothers and fathers are dying, mum. They're dying so we can live.
And all the things we have today - we owe it all to them.
I had to come and play my part, to save this home of ours.
And when I'm done, I'm coming home - I'm coming back to you.
Though soldiers fight, and some may die, I have no doubt in me,
That yours is the biggest sacrifice, mum, you've given "me", your son.
For this, the Lord will hear your prayers, and send me home again.
So don't be afraid, 'cos I promise, mum - I'm coming back to you.
As I sit in the mud to write to you, I remember the times that are past.
The good, the bad, and everything, mum. I wouldn't change a thing.
When I was lost and in the dark, you brought a light to show me the way.
And with the help of the light you left, I'm coming back to you.
I remember the times I yelled at you, and the times I turned away,
But you'd just say, "I love you, son, you're still my number one."
I never took the time to care, or tell you how much you're loved.
But hold on, mum, it's not too late - I'm coming back to you.
I don't know where I am tonight. It seems the enemy's near.
I must admit that I'm scared, mum. But I heard that so are they.
This could be the last time I write to you, mum. Until I see you again...
'Cos the war is almost over, mum. And I'm coming back to you...
I'm sorry I had to leave home, mum. I'm sorry I left you alone.
I've been away for far too long, so long that I can't keep track.
But stop those tears, and trust me, mum - I'm coming back to you.
Our brothers and fathers are dying, mum. They're dying so we can live.
And all the things we have today - we owe it all to them.
I had to come and play my part, to save this home of ours.
And when I'm done, I'm coming home - I'm coming back to you.
Though soldiers fight, and some may die, I have no doubt in me,
That yours is the biggest sacrifice, mum, you've given "me", your son.
For this, the Lord will hear your prayers, and send me home again.
So don't be afraid, 'cos I promise, mum - I'm coming back to you.
As I sit in the mud to write to you, I remember the times that are past.
The good, the bad, and everything, mum. I wouldn't change a thing.
When I was lost and in the dark, you brought a light to show me the way.
And with the help of the light you left, I'm coming back to you.
I remember the times I yelled at you, and the times I turned away,
But you'd just say, "I love you, son, you're still my number one."
I never took the time to care, or tell you how much you're loved.
But hold on, mum, it's not too late - I'm coming back to you.
I don't know where I am tonight. It seems the enemy's near.
I must admit that I'm scared, mum. But I heard that so are they.
This could be the last time I write to you, mum. Until I see you again...
'Cos the war is almost over, mum. And I'm coming back to you...