Embassy Waits from Rose Again by Luke Brennan

I wasn’t counting on a day to come
When I’d rush myself back home
Outside the hotel …
All the tourists alight

A fever was rising on the desert heat
And the black smoke blowing through the city streets
I was frightened
So I ran for my life

Now I’m nursing my sores
In the back of the line
And the doctor says he’ll see in a matter of time

And the phone is on hold
While the embassy waits
For any kind of message on your current state

A city snaps like a souvenir
And I felt so useless that I should be here
In the silent shine
Of a muted T.V.

And then a call just as I shut my eyes
And I answer but all that I can do is cry
Cry with worry …
And to hear you cry too

Now they’re bringing you home
On a chartered flight
And you’ll be back with me here on Thursday night

And I’m high on relief
But I’m sick with concern
As the buildings crumble and the martyrs burn

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