I saw her from a distance
as she walked up to the wall
She laid a wreath of flowers,
then her tears began to fall
She took out pen and paper,
as to trace her memories
She looked up to the heavens,
and the words she said were these:
"Lord, my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me
And though I'd love to have him,
just one more time to see
All I have are memories,
and monuments recall
So Lord, let me know he's not
just a name upon a wall"
"He's really missed by family,
being home on Christmas day
He died for God and Country,
in a place so far away
I remember just a little boy,
playing war when he was three
But this time it's for real.
He wont be coming home to me"
"You know my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me
And though I'd love to have him here,
I know that this can't be
So thank you for the memories,
and the moments I recall
And please just tell him
he is more than a name upon a wall" |
|
|
