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I saw her from a distance |
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As she walked up to the wall |
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in her hand she held some flowers |
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as her tears began to fall |
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and she took out pen and paper |
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as to trace her memories |
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and she looked up to heaven |
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and the words she said were these... |
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She said Lord my boy was special, |
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and he meant so much to me |
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and Oh I'd love to see him |
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just one more time you see |
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All I have are the memories |
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and the moments to recall |
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So Lord could you tell him, |
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He's more than a name on a wall.. |
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She said he really missed the family |
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and being home on Christmas day |
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and he died for God and Country |
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in a place so far away |
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I remember just a little boy |
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playing war since he was three |
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But Lord this time I know, |
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He's not coming home to me |
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And she said Lord my boy was special, |
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and he meant so much to me |
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and Oh I'd love to see him |
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But I know it just can't be |
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So I thank you for my memories |
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and the moments to recall |
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But Lord could you tell him, |
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He's more than a name on a wall.. |
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Lord could you tell him, |
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He's more than a name on a wall.. |
