Fight.
Fight for me.
Fight for us.
Fight for the future.

Don't forget.
Don't forget home
Don't forget me.
Don't forget what we have.

Believe.
Believe you'll make it home.
Believe we'll see each other again.

But bombs rage.
But guns are fired.
But people are killed, while what you desire is home.

I love.
I love you.

Slowly you make your way across.
Slowly you cross the river.
Slowly you feel as though you are coming home.

Blood here.
Blood there.
Blood is just about everywhere.

Suddenly you're hit.
Suddenly life flashes.
Suddenly the realization dawns upon you.

You aren't coming home.
You aren't coming back.
Your life is at risk now.

Then memories come
Memories of me.
Memories of us.
Memories of love.

I love you.

And you know that as you push to get home.
But the odds are probably not in your favor, my dear.