Last Goodbyes

He goes away today
With a smile on his face
And a confident walk;
A spring in his step.

Dressed in army fatigues,
Proud of who he is,
Off to serve the people
For queen and country.

To the desert sun, I watch
As I wave him off.
I wish I could see him fly
The whole way there.

As he kisses my cheek
And leaves my presence,
I wish he was a child again
So I could forbid him to go.

But this is his choice,
His life and his servitude.
This is the last tour now,
And so I let him go.