Letters from War

She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summers day
Found a letter from her son
In a war, far away
He spoke of the weather
And good friends that hed made
Said, ' Id been thinking bout dadAnd the life that he had thats why, Im here today'
And then in the end he said, 'You are what Im fighting for'
It was the first of his letters from war
She started writing
Youre good and youre brave
What a father that youll be someday
Make it home, make it safe
She wrote every night as she prayed
Late in December
A day, shell not forget
Oh, her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read
It said, 'I was up on a hill, I was out there aloneWhen the shots all rang out and bombs were explodingThats when I saw him, he came back for meAnd though he was captured a man set me freeAnd that man was your son, he asked me to write to youI 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 youre brave
What a father that youll 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
And out stepped a captain
Where her boy used to stand
He said, 'Mom, Im followin ordersFrom all of your letters and Ive come home again'
He ran into hold her, dropped all his bags on the floor
Holdin all of her letters from war
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home