Home is where the heart is

'Home is where the heart is,' the words ring through

the soldier's ears while on the battlefield.

Bullets zing past, bombs fall from skies of blue,

he takes refuge behind that mighty shield.

'Home is where the heart is,' the soldier says,

doing his duty in a foreign land,

that solemn duty, oh so far from his

Mama and Papa. Who could understand

the fear in his heart, the longing for home,

to sit again on his parent's old porch,

carefree and laughing, nevermore to roam?

For that life he dies, he carries the torch,

to protect the simple life so others

need never be parted from their mothers.