But at the same time I know its best.
Sadly I'm the one that told you to go,
For both of us its not rest.
How sweet it is to know you're not gone for good,
But how bitter it is you're not here.
I know you'll return to me,
But I know its not for years.
Two, specifically, till i see your face,
Not counting a digital print.
Two years till you'll be back home
When I can hold you again
Sometimes I wish I was out there with you,
But then again, I've got my own mission
Which is solo for a while on my own
But soon we'll be back like before.
Sounds like a missionary is serving somewhere, Wish him good luck
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