I am a scared girl.
I wonder if he is gonna come home.
I hear shots fired.
I see myself at his funeral.
I want him to come home safe.
I am a scared girl.
I pretend that him being there doesn't bother me.
I feel so sad and angry.
I touch his folded flag.
I worry about my family dealing with this.
I cry thinking of him being dead.
I am a scared girl.
I understand why he must go.
I say I can handle it.
I dream of him never having to go back.
I try to be strong for my family.
I hope he will come home safe.
I am a scared girl.
