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 We've lost respect for decency I kissed her on the cheek And you choose to break our families
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.
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.
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.
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 I kissed her on the cheek And you choose to break our families Keep hanging on We'll let the prayers start healing, when time's been stealing And you choose to break our families
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.
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.
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 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
Start healing God made the war.
Start healing God killed Jethro's mother.
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.
