Come Home Alive, Darling

There's no warmth in this house,
Where has my love gone?

Darling, I'm just sitting here,
waiting for you to walk through that door,
from eight months of work.

You've worked hard, Darling,
Your camera is worn out,
so are your coat and boots.

The battlefield was horrifying,
but you're satisfied,
because you've taken the shots,
of the true human emotions,
of horror and torture,
of hope and survival,
of life.

Darling, I'll sit here and wait for you,
because you'll return home,
with your warmth,
so that this house will be cold no more.