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