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From Camp Ziouani With Love 1 by Tuitoga

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From Camp Ziouani With Love 1 by Tuitoga - folk ballad,male vocals music cover art

From Camp Ziouani With Love 1

folk ballad,male vocals

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[Verse 1]
Under Golan's pale, unending sky,
I trace your names on paper when I lie.
From battalions nine, eleven, twelve — Camp Ziouani,
Barrack 403, Room 7, the place I write my memory.
Sentry lights hum, nights on sentry when the wind won't stop,
I press replay on your voicemail — Atethe's laugh, a warm teapot.
[Pre-Chorus]
There are days I count the hours, counting back each beat,
Your voice the map that guides my tired feet.
[Chorus]
Atethe, my guiding star — Kelenie, my song;
Mehsu, Joe, your laughter keeps me strong.
Hugs and kisses sent across blue lines and miles,
From Camp Ziouani I send you all my smiles.
[Verse 2]
You shoulder every morning, keep the house and light,
A knitted sweater folded, your hands that make things right.
I picture Kelenie's small hand reaching up to me,
Mehsu's hiccup laugh, Joe's sticky fingers on the tea.
I miss Mehsu and Joe — I count the days till I hold them close,
I smell Atethe's stew in memory, the harbor of our home we chose.
[Pre-Chorus]
When doubts arrive like night-shifts whispering low,
I read your letters till the corners glow.
[Chorus]
Atethe, my guiding star — Kelenie, my song;
Mehsu, Joe, your laughter keeps me strong.
Hugs and kisses sent across blue lines and miles,
From Camp Ziouani I send you all my smiles.
[Bridge]
I thank God for you, for keeping our flame alive,
For the prayers that travel with me on this long drive.
Though I go through tough times, ups and downs and steep roads,
Your recorded lullaby lifts the heaviest loads.
I remember nights on duty, the wind that wouldn't stop,
And your photo pinned beside my bunk, a lighthouse in the dark.
[Chorus — Variation]
Atethe, my guiding star — Kelenie, my song;
Mehsu, Joe, I miss you — I won't be gone for long.
Your laughter keeps me steady when the sentry lights are dim,
Soon I'll cross the water, hold you close again — on a prayer and a hymn.
[Outro]
So here's my love wrapped tight, sent from where the olives grow,
From battalions nine, eleven, twelve — where the quiet winds blow.
Hugs and kisses from Camp Ziouani, from Barrack 403, Room 7,
Until the day I'm home and your small hands lift me back to heaven.