While she dodges bullets that hate her flag,

I’m wondering, is this what makes me a man?

To quiver in fear when I hear the phone

While my woman fights, all on her own?

To live day by day without taking charge

Of the courage and daring that first won her heart?

My war has ended and I’ve been discharged

But she remains out there defending her stars

And all I can do is anticipate her scars.

I know that I am far from a coward

To let her go and witness her own power

I know that in those eyes, loving her is enough

And healing alone while she stays in the rough

And that, somehow, she knows these words that I feel

Smiling at me, her valor my shield

Sometimes I feel her missing me too

And remember this is neither the first, nor the last, war she’s been through

From the first time I brought myself here to cry,

The memories of longing reached for her under a cloudless sky.