In Your Hand

The last time you saw your woman
Was also the last time you ever ate from her hand.
Now in the distant hill, you tread upon.
Somehow, it all makes sense.
You love her so much that you have to leave her.
As much take a bullet and do much harm to keep her safe.

You loved her so much, you leave her.

While others shudder in fear,
She keeps herself together.
Waiting for you to come home
And rest in your safe embrace.
To feel those lips again,
To taste all the sufferings he has been through.
To hold your hand again once more,
Is almost all her prayers answered.
Though her home, the fire destroyed,
But in your hand, she finds her home sweet home.