My son is a soldier
I can reveal this with pride
(the fear is hidden just below the
surface, I confide)
He's a real American hero
Who believes in democracy
(yet there is an inner whisper that
wants him here with me)
I am honored to be his mother
I brag of him through the day
(but I can't help but wonder
if there isn't a better way?)
My son is a strong, brave soldier
Who says he's prepared to die
(he's not aware of the late night hours
that I just sit and cry)
I wear a ribbon and a flag
Upon my collar every day
(but alone at night, I bow my head,
for my baby boy I pray...)