Sleeping with the Telephone
Love Across Borders: A Soldier's Sacrifice
Lyrics
I knew who he was
I recognized his identity when I married him.
When I took his name
Confirmed my commitment by taking his last name.
But somehow knowin'
Awareness of who he is becomes different, especially at night.
Is just not the same late at night
Knowing him is not the same when it's late and lonely.
He knows the danger
Acknowledging the risks he faces.
But he does what he does
He engages in his duties, despite the dangers.
He calls it duty
He considers it his duty; I perceive it as an expression of love.
But I call it love
My interpretation of his actions as a loving gesture.
So here I am
I find myself here alone while he's away.
While he's gone
He's in a foreign land, fulfilling his responsibilities.
To some foreign land
And I cry
I experience loneliness and shed tears.
'Cause I'm all alone
Isolation and emotional distress during the nights.
And the nights get so cold and long
Long, cold nights intensify the feeling of solitude.
And I try not to think he won't come home
Attempting not to dwell on the possibility of his absence.
But I'm sleeping with the telephone
I resort to sleeping with the telephone, seeking connection.
The yellow ribbon on my neighbor's gate
A yellow ribbon serves as a constant reminder of alertness.
Always reminds me that someone's awake
Others are awake, sharing similar experiences.
Just like me
Parallel experiences with neighbors being vigilant.
I hear the sirens
Aware of emergency situations through sirens.
And I watch the news
Keeping updated by watching the news.
He laughs and leaves with his gun
He leaves with his gun and uniform, facing potential danger.
And his blue uniform
His commitment to duty in a dangerous situation.
And I pray God keeps him safe from harm
Praying for his safety and protection from harm.
And I cry
Expressing emotions through tears in his absence.
'Cause I'm all alone
Feeling alone and emotionally burdened.
And the nights get so cold and long
Nights become emotionally challenging and lengthy.
And I try not to think he won't come home
Resisting thoughts that he might not return.
But I'm sleeping with the telephone
Reliance on the telephone for a connection to him.
I loose him in my darkest dreams
Experiencing fear and loss in unsettling dreams.
And my blood runs cold and my heart skips a beat
Awareness of fear and anxiety affecting physical sensations.
So I get up, I can't take anymore
Reaching a breaking point and needing to escape the emotional pain.
Sometimes I hate how much I love him
Conflicted emotions arise from the depth of love felt.
But everyday I love him more
Despite struggles, the love for him continues to grow.
And I try not to think he won't come home
Attempting to remain optimistic about his return.
But I'm sleeping with the telephone
Continuing the ritual of sleeping with the telephone.
Something awakes me from where he should be
Awakening to an absence, reaching for him in vain.
I reach for him, the telephone rings
The telephone rings, interrupting the yearning.
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