It’s started… the countdown
Only months now ‘till he goes
My mind is working overtime
I try not to let it show

I’m slowly losing patience
My temper wearing thin
My stomach constantly churns
As my worries grow within

Songs playing on the radio
Have me breaking down in tears
It’s though every word I’m listening to
Is echoing my fears

Every waking moment
He’s there inside my head
Then I think about the many things
I know that must be said

I try so hard to hide my tears
When I see my soldier son
But then I think of where he’s going
It’s easier said than done

Each night before I go to sleep
I say a simple prayer
To keep my soldier safe from harm
At home, and when he’s there

I must be strong, I know that
I’m trying to do my best
But until his tour has come and gone
I won’t see any rest