I remember the day a brave man left to war
The last time I ever saw him
Now hes just a memory in the past
What was going on? Why was that gun in his hand?
He was dressed in his military uniform
I had a feeling he was going off to war
But I didn'tt want him to leave
I was worried he might get hurt, maybe killed, like those people on T.V.
He was hugging me real tight, crying too
I wish he wouldnt have cried, because the more he did the more my eyes filled with tears
I didnt want him to go, I loved him and I still do
I didnt know how long I could last without him
Maybe he could have taken me with him
Going to war wasnt going to help him prove anything, so why did he do it?
Dad told me to calm down
If only I could have spoken then I could have told have told him how I feel,
To promise me he would return home soon, alive
I guess he never heard me because he never came home
