Roma Farber home on leave from Iraq. In his words.

This wine is quickly turning sour
With every tear, sending rainbows to the edges
My eyes beginning to devour
A sunny field beyond your hedges
We planted thorns and prayed for flowers
You reached around me
You sprung to others
And in the chilling Autumn showers
You grew in silence and desires
I walked with you, I drank your smiles
You took me by the hand
You led me to the gallows
You are the victim, baby
I am the mud, in which you spun your tires
Plant your new love, baby
The soil's rich with ashes from your fires
I was your husband, the father of our child
You whispered your betrayal
With voice so meek and mild
You said you didn't love me
You said I truly hurt you
In war, with perfect timing
You killed me, full of virtue.