That...You and I know.
But if it was willed for him to die,
I'm proud it was for the Flag waving high.
Those who see me thru the window pane,
Do not know how I hoped in vain,
That my son might return to me,
And fully enjoy this land of the free.
God...I am only one mother,
Whose love cannot be replaced by none other.
Others know the loneliness that comes later.
But selfishly, I think my grief is greater.