His Plane Went Down 2004

His Plane Went Down 2004


She cries a lot when she’s alone
Mostly late at night at home,
While she listens for the door
Telling her he’s home once more.

She watches late shows on TV,
Wondering where he could be,
Yet it’s never on her mind
He won’t be coming home this time.

His plane went down 2004, too many miles from friendly shore,
The telegram said M.I.A., she thinks he’s alive today.
She takes his picture from its place and holds it close against her face,
It’s faded now from all her tears
But she’s been doing it for years.

She sets her table every night, a place for two with candlelight
And she’s been waiting oh so long
But she still thinks he’s coming home.

His plane went down 2004, too many miles from friendly shore,
The telegram said M.I.A., she thinks he’s alive today.
She takes his picture from its place and holds it close against her face,
It’s faded now from all her tears
But she’s been doing it for years.



Copyright 2011 by Loran Marshall