Your the one, who makes me feel safe.
The one who is always there.
You follow me, you protect me, you always love me.
Even though we are separated by land and by sea, 
I can always feel you there, right next to me.
Your commited to me, as I am to you,
I visit you some, you visit me too.
Don't worry, I'll be back.
Just wait 3 more years.
The war will be done, I just know, 
That the second I see you, I'll turn into butter.
I'll melt in your arms, youll hold me real tight.
Your voice like church bells, ringing in the wind,
As you whisper you love for me into my ear.
"I love you" You'll say, but thats all that I hear.
As I reflect the stares and the whispers of wonder,
As you lift up a girl with no right leg.
A war, a war of hate, a war of curses.
The reason it's gone, you see,
Is that the military excepted me, but the president took
my medical rights away.  
"I'll write him" you say.  "I'll make Obama pay, for taking
your beautiful leg away."