long time coming

an ol army song.
with some poetic licence and melancholic rishik flavour

--
in the early morning run
with my field pack on my back
theres an aching in my heart
and my body's full of sweat

im a long long way from home
damn, i miss my lover so
in the early morning run
when the cold wind blows

when the cold wind blows
when the cold wind blows
when the cold wind blows
i miss you so

in the early morning march
with my rifle by my side
theres an aching in my heart
papa, I dont wanna die

ive a long long way to go
damn, i miss my mama so
in the early morning march
when the cold wind blows

when the cold wind blows
when the cold wind blows
when the cold wind blows
i wanna go home

i know
i know
i have to go
i'll hurry back home
and the cold wind blows

i wish
you knew
i love you so
i'll hurry back home
and the cold wind blows
---

Its just about winter, in London.
Things are looking up.
things are in motion.
essays being written. food being cooked.
gyms libraries
museums mosh pits
skype dates
poetry jams
and dreams of kenya

back home too things are in motion.
people passing on
life moving forward
new jobs new schools

seems like alot to deal with.
but itll work out in the end. it always does.