Tour’s End

We wait at the airfield today, this is our tour’s end,
We get to go back home, to our families and friends.
Our plane will land in Trenton, our families will meet us there,
To take us back to our hometown, in this nation somewhere.

Regina, Lethbridge, Nanaimo, Valcartier, St. Johns, or Waterloo,
We are soldiers who went to fight for you.
No-matter what our hometown we were glad to keep you free,
Fighting terror overseas, so homeward it won’t follow me.

The plane arrives, some friends of our far-away home,
Line up together to wish us well, we are not alone.
They thank us for our service, as we board the plane,
Then they get back to the duties of fighting everyday.

We may be engineers or gunners, police or medics too,
Doesn’t matter where we’re sent, we do what we’re trained to do.
Bringing peace to our nation, comes sometimes at a cost,
For there is a ramp ceremony each time a soldiers lost.

We’re now home in Canada, my friends and I
As we get off the plane, our families begin to cry.
They couldn’t wait to see us, then in a car we go,
Escorted down a road, that all of us soldiers know.

You see, we gave our life for you, this was our tours end,
Now you line the highway, so we know you don’t forget.
You cry, cheer and salute us, as past you we go,
Hero’s in your mind, because we died fighting the foe.

We waited at the airfield, in foreign lands so far away,
We’re from Anytown, Canada and we gave our life today.
So those who wait for us to return, our nation, family and friends,
Please understand it’s ok, this is our Tour’s End.
  
Anonymous