Mark Schultz - Letters From War |
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Letters From War
Mark Schultz She walked to the mailbox Found a letter from her son On that bright summer's day In a war, far away He spoke of the weather And friends that he'd made Said, "I'd been thinking 'bout Dad And the life that he had That's why I'm here today" Then at the end he said It was the first of his letters from war "You are what I'm fighting for" She started writing You're good and you're brave What a father that you'll be someday Make it home, make it safe She wrote every night as she prayed A day she'll not forget And late in December Oh, her tears stained the paper With every word that she read I was out there alone It said, "I was up on a hill When the shots all rang out And bombs were exploding He came back for me And that's when I saw him Though he was captured A man set me free That man was your son He asked me to write to you I told him I would, oh I swore" It was the last of the letters from war And she prayed he was living Kept on believing and wrote every night just to say You are good and you're brave What a father you'll be someday Make it home, make it safe Still, she kept writing each day Then two years later Autumn leaves all around A car pulled in the driveway And she fell to the ground Where her boy used to stand And out stepped a captain From all of your letters He said, "Mom, I'm following orders And I've come home again" He ran in to hold her And dropped all his bags on the floor Holding all of her letters from war Bring him home Bring him home Bring him home |
