The Soldiers Family
The sky, it darkens
Life turns grey
As he knocks upon the door.
A folded flag,
Just a rag,
"Your son isnt here anymore."
She bows her head,
What hes just said means life isnt life anymore.
The tears they spring, and away they fling,
The Soldiers Mother, she will not cry.
The phone has rung
And has been hung
Back into its place.
He picks up a photo and turns it down so he cannot see the face.
"My son isnt here anymore."
His head, it spins
Despair begins,
But The Soldiers Father, he will not cry.
He crawls to mothers lap
And nuzzles in the warmth,
She tells him of the news.
The words, they sting and blind him
Like a newly given bruise.
The tears have come,
In steady flow they run,
But the Soldiers Son, will learn not to cry.
Life turns grey
As he knocks upon the door.
A folded flag,
Just a rag,
"Your son isnt here anymore."
She bows her head,
What hes just said means life isnt life anymore.
The tears they spring, and away they fling,
The Soldiers Mother, she will not cry.
The phone has rung
And has been hung
Back into its place.
He picks up a photo and turns it down so he cannot see the face.
"My son isnt here anymore."
His head, it spins
Despair begins,
But The Soldiers Father, he will not cry.
He crawls to mothers lap
And nuzzles in the warmth,
She tells him of the news.
The words, they sting and blind him
Like a newly given bruise.
The tears have come,
In steady flow they run,
But the Soldiers Son, will learn not to cry.