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Poetry from within
   

Welcome Home


We stand and wait for your flight to land, to your home from desert sands

The order came you answered the call, you did your duty you gave it your all

You do a job that few could do, you did it with passion and honour true

In the rain we wait for you flight, we can only imagine your troubles and fights

On the runway you gently land what seems so slow, it wonít be long till home we go

The road you took and you travelled far, you donít know how proud we are

The days that passed the days to come, always remember, the days of fun,

When you left we were all sad, but now your home we are so glad

Eight of your friends march of the plane, we see your coffin on their shoulders, our tears fall like rain

Through the streets we drive deliberately slow, people stop and watch on the road we go

You flag draped coffin is sign of a soldier lost, how many more lives will this war cost

Weíre another family that will struggle with grief, although you another soldier that can rest in piece

A life so young, a man so brave, to your government superiors you died a slave

You died a father, a husband a son, you died a soldier an honourable one

As we say our farewells in our own way, in our hearts you will forever stay

To heavenís trumpet you have answered the call, while serving on hell on earth you gave your all

From where we saw you at the airdrome to the cold dark cemetery, we now welcome you home

Gordon Bruce