im far too busy with so many other leagues but here you go...
Saying good bye
'twas a bright and early mourning, birds are chirping
my father is expected to leave for war in Iraq, for working
my thoughts were cloudy on when and if my father would return safe
my heart is filled with rage and grief, he can't go no it's a mistake
i said, crying as i ran into my father's warm and loving arms
asking him who's going to take care of us, the animals , and the farm
but i knew then and there these next few years IM the man of the house
but i couldn't bare to see my father die, and leave my mother without a spouse
i cried out to my father please you mustn't go, theirs things to be done
it's far to early for me to grow up yet, IM very much to young
but he had no choice but to leave and serve his country
as he left for the airport i told my father i loved him, i loved him plenty
he waved to us all and said good bye but not forever
the next couple years will mark the first time away from my father ever
Remembering the last words
Two long and lonely years later, just about three months before my fathers return
our phone ringed, and from that very day on, us children had to learn
that my father isn't coming home, he's been killed in action
while us kid's suffered, our country got it's satisfaction
a true hero has passed away leaving a grueling distraction
........
my mother fell to her knee's as if the world was ending
but for us it did, and we will spend the rest of our life mending
the pieces together of our family that was shattered
God took away from us the only thing that will ever matter
it felt like my heart was stabbed a million times with sharp swords
and the only thing replaying in my mind was those painful last words