a soldier's farewell

A soldier's farewell....a collaboration of my written LYRICS. with the MEDIA...a statement of world's diabolical wars....losses of young lives...made by autocratic regimes... a soldier sends a FINAL farewell to his loved one.....from a the unrelenting DESERT...where The sun is finally dipping below the horizon, turning the dust in the air into a haze of burnt orange. It’s the only time when the desert looks like a dream than desolate. the uncertainity dabbles with his pen , so he writes when he is alone and the night is quiet....her memories...not knowing when he will see her again are his North Star..givng him the right direction...and alas when the end comes he is not sad...but complete because he knows he will forever for the people who did matter in his life ....A final farewell ..yet coming home.......forever lyrics by SATVIR RANA A soldier’s farewell I’m coming home my love…just hear the door knocks of your heart and you will see I’m coming home my love…just hear the door knocks of your heart and you will see I left home..but I think it is more like I’m coming home… My work at the last post as afoot soldier..in an undisclosed location…almost done Now you become something... In this difficult time... ... your grief stricken smile…let it whisper a still warm welcome a diabolical administration a war no one wanted , unheard plea, ..., remember to become an impact of the unheard voice. . the strength in those decibels..shake these..walls I am hedging my bets on you…I still have a few breathes to go Before I hear ..the breathe of death sitting on next chair….i am keeping it stalled The ribbon of my purple heart... Become a reason for …became the noose for freedom... In this never ending dust storm... , ...they deceived me…short selling liberty and courage ... .work hard on this unfinished form…seething in raw unchained rage. I’m coming home my love…just hear the door knocks of your heart and you will see Smell me in the flowers…the fragrance of love…a drop of dew on the fresh leaf Shout for the freedom…a cry which shudders the skin of the far right deaf Become a morsel of food one day….put those cold frostbite hands in a warm glove I’m coming home my love…just hear the door knocks of your heart and you will see I’m coming home my love…just hear the door knocks of your heart and you will see those times I saw my brothers go and …but never was there a scarred soul..anywhere in sihght ... pledge to be a support for the survival of …..an unfledging might.. . I did become the weight of the salt..in tears and blood... .. .living in death…at the emotions came out to flood The heat and dust…moulded the epitome of of my life Be a guide to someone's future... Now become somebody’s fight to end daily strife.. I’m coming home my love…just hear the door knocks of your heart and you will see I’m coming home my love…just hear the door knocks of your heart and you will see Even if there are no birthday songs each year…if you shed a tear or two .. Be a part of the foundation of Of that unheard plea,, ..., become an effect of unheard voice. .without any ado A stranger's smile... become an excuse. In that political storm... , ... Become someone's edge …for the slain who once lived together in a speckless dorm A fight against the wicked system … be a fearless face they will always dred The dark world …often lives in …in a The czars often make ..these places a boiling pot of gremlins It must be seen as misdirection …as the western media shouts hoarsely …the kremlin .first they said it was the japs…then the reds..then they said the brown …then .and then they it was the crude..or gas…if I may But the wall street executive getting out of his Bentley found it so prude and crass ..of course they did say The cost of a life …of an unwanted , uncalled…war…who is to pay for A salutation on paper..a flag wrapped on a coffin…and volley of gun fire is all I get You owe to me even if they don’t …just remember..the debt was paid in blood ,sweat and tears Lest we forget I write in my mind..not enough strength in my fingers..as the grim reaper sits next to me…in my dusty tent in Fallujah I will remain..immortal…in the feelings and the moistness of your tears whenever they say halleluiah I’m coming home my love…just hear the door knocks of your heart and you will see I’m coming home my love…just hear the door knocks of your heart and you will see