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