My Dear Paris,
I feel i have taken a knife and cut off their heads,
i leave their wives in empty beds.
In the night the widow cries,
as she remembers watching her husband as he dies.
I need you here,
to get me over my fears,
As i watch the men stand tall,
while they watch beloved Troy fall.
Oh i how i feel so small,
as everyone around me tries to stand tall.
I never knew my my heart could soften,
i see you in my dreams so very often.
I feel your hand on my shoulder,
as time goes on i feel colder and colder.
Your voice comforted me,
when all i saw was sorrow.
My life has changed so dramatically,
when i hear the young child's plea.
Your fingers wiped away my tears,
when screaming is all i hear,
oh how i wish you were here.