Great song and a poem. I am going home.

I am going home….

Soldier boy, the running man.

Received a phone call in the Winter of 1991,

Grandpa is gone,

he loved you and he missed you.

He told his kind sister,

I am coming home,

he hung the phone-up,

he felt the Iraq heat on his face and soft tears begin to fall.

Three months later,

holding a steel container with a blessed name upon her.

He learn,

he had everything once,

love near,

great mentors and he whispered a prayer.

I miss you my kind friend and I am home now.

Please save a seat in heaven for me,

please forgive me seeking escape when I should of been seeking home.

Dancing Coyote