Kangaroo Cry.

A/N: Hi hi! I am a publishing machine tonight. I've been writing this for over a month now, but finally finished. WOO! I hope you like it.

(NOTE: If you are sensitive about the subject of war, evacuate from this page immediately.)

Losing my control Gunnery Sergeant Jethro Gibbs gripped the steering wheel tightly
Here it is the day I have to go
He'd dreaded this day. He didn't want to go. Not now Kelly was born.
Just sit beside me
Shannon was sitting in the passenger seat of the car, staring straight ahead.
I can't let this show
She refused to make this harder on him.
How sick I feel to leave you so alone
His stomach twisted. He wanted o throw up. How would Shannon cope with the new-born?
God I'm terrified
This was scaring both of them, but neither was showing it.

We've lost respect for decency Stupid war. Stupid Government! What are they playing at?
When one can turn our world into an ant pile
All it is doing is destroying everybody who went to fight.
We run circles, no direction do I see
just one circle; one stupid circle.
The dust has blinded you, the dust has blinded me
So many people were following it all, though. All of them: blinded.

I kissed her on the cheek Jethro leaned in and kissed Shannon on her beautiful cheek.
And then I waved goodbye
He stepped back, sadly waving goodbye.
She had the saddest look I've seen in years
She watched him, her sadness beyond tears.
A kangaroo cry
Pain, fear and sadness flooded her face.
A warm pathetic ocean flow we have to live by
it was all a scam.
We have to live by
He had to go. He had a job to protect his country. But what about his daughter?
Because we have to live
He hated this. He hated it. But, as he remembered, it was the Corps that brought them together in the first place.

And you choose to break our families He climbed onto the bout, watching his tiny daughter
Tell me you've used all precautions known
Shannon stood there, silently preying for her husbands safety.
And I'll stand beside the ones who stood alone
Shannon fought not to cry as she stood there all alone, her heart racing with fear and sadness.
How long will we have to sing until you finally bring our sons, our daughters' home?
Would she ever see him again? Would Kelly live without a father?
We'll let the prayers start healing, what time's been stealing
She looked at her feet, telling herself that all she had to do was prey.

We only want to feel as close as we can be Jethro tried not to run back to his wife as he turned his back to her, towards the ship
Use hands for holding on to your precious family
He had held tightly on to Kelly the night before, not wanting to ever let go.
Just believe in all who shine
It will end soon . . . right?
The light to help you see
Gibbs will get out of it. He could not go.
Cause if I believe in you, will you believe in me?
But he had to.

I kissed her on the cheek Good bye, Shannon.
And then I waved goodbye
He hugged his daughter one more time.
She had the saddest look I've seen in years
Even the baby seemed terrified.
A kangaroo cry
Pouting at him, with wide eyes.
A warm pathetic ocean flow we have to live by
She wished he wasn't doing this. It was important to think of the earth, but what about HER? We have to live by Jethro hated this as much as Shannon did. He could tell.
Because we have to live
Shit way to live if you asked Gibbs.

And you choose to break our families So many men, women, children, dead.
Tell me you've used all precautions known
And I'll stand beside the ones who stood alone
How long will we have to sing until you finally bring our sons, our daughters home? So many out there; dying; killing.
We'll let the prayers start healing, what time's been stealing
How many moments would he miss? Kelly's first steps? Words?

Keep hanging on "Hold me" Shannon begged her husband.
Keep hanging on
Jethro kept switching between his girls
Keep hanging on
He wondered around the house when he was with Kelly, taking in the familiar scene
Keep hanging on
just one more time before he left

We'll let the prayers start healing, when time's been stealing "Stick to God," Jackson Gibbs had told his son often. "God won't let you down."
Start healing
God made the war.
Start healing
God killed Jethro's mother.

And you choose to break our families How many families had lost loved ones due to war? A hundred million? A million gazillion?
Tell me you've used all precautions known
They had said we would win. That it would be easy. Liars.
And I'll stand beside the ones who stood alone
This was for Shannon. Kelly. America.
How long will we have to sing until you finally bring our sons, our daughters' home?
They'll come back . . . maybe.
We'll let the prayers start healing, what time's been stealing
As Gibbs walked away, he vowed to himself to never leave them again.

A/N: Semper Fi, to marines everywhere.