A F G H A N I S T A N
The last I saw
Was all the dreams and all the hopes
In those pretty blue eyes
Confidently going to change the world
It was a rotten deal
Beware of all the mines
The sun was shining as you waved goodbye on the bus
Putting on my poker face
Everyday dealing the hand of
Keeping up facades
Days slowly going by
Eating up months
While I wait for the
Men in black
Knocking on my door
Handing me the folded flag
Will I ever see
Into this deep blue ocean
Of dreams and hopes?
Sing to me, little Darling
Sing my worries away in the night
Sing my fears away in the day
Sing when I wait for the
Men in black
Keep singing to me
While you’re away
They never came
To my door
Knocked on someone else’s
You came back
Everybody knows
You came home
All fine
Legs and arms intact
But it’s a scheme
To keep up the illusion
‘Cause you never came home
And everybody knows
How it goes
The deal was rotten
We met each other
In relief
Finally, the storm had passed
But the boat was leaking
The song was fading and
Men in black approaching
Our lips once again kissing
Finding each other in utter relief
Like the mother finding her lost child
Our bodies once again hugging
Longing for the familiar softness
Yearning for the once upon a time love
We tried
We really did
We know we did
All we find is a black hole
The terror in the eyes of castaways
The ache we feel
Is written here in blood
As real and actual
Like a stillborn baby
Dreams and hopes shattered
With the snap-of-a-finger
Just like that
We find ourselves in the place
Where death needs a shoulder to cry
With the gun of war
We kill us
Like little feet
That come and go
Sometimes you come back
Sometimes you don’t
The deal was rotten
A F G H A N I S T A N