The Forgotten Heroes

 


I saw her from a distanceAs she walked up to the wallIn her hand, she held some flowersAs her tears began to fall
And she took out pen and paperAs to trace her memoriesShe looked up to heavenAnd the words she said were these
She said, "Lord, my boy was special, and he meant so much to meAnd though I'd love to see him just one more time, you seeAll I have are the memories and the moments to recallSo Lord, could you tell him, he's more than a name on a wall?"
She said, "He really missed the familyAnd being home on Christmas dayAnd he died for God and CountryIn a place so far away"
"I remember just a little boyPlaying war since he was threeLord, this time I knowHe's not coming home to me"
She said, "Lord, my boy was special, and he meant so much to meAnd though I'd love to see him, but I know it just can't beSo I thank you for my memories and the moments to recallBut Lord, could you tell him, he's more than a name on a wall?"
Lord, could you tell himHe's more than a name on a wall?



Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Wolfs In Sheep's Clothing

Secret Sister' gift exchange is illegal