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 he'd made Said, " I'd been thinking 'bout dad And the life that he had that's why, I'm here today" And then in the end he said, "You are what I'm fighting for" It was the first of his letters from war She started writing You're good and you're brave What a father that you'll be someday Make it home, make it safe She wrote every night as she prayed Late in December A day, she'll 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 alone When the shots all rang out and bombs were exploding That's when I saw him, he came back for me And though he was captured a man set me free And that man was your son, he asked me to write to you I 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 you're brave What a father that you'll 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, I'm followin' orders From all of your letters and I've 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