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| I can see her from a distance,
As she walks up to the Wall, And a little boy beside her With a face that I recall; And she takes out pen and paper As to trace a memory, And the little boy said, Mama, that's the same name as me. She said, Son, it's someone special, And he meant a lot to me; Even though you've never seen him, I'm sure he'd be proud to see A young man who looks just like him, And who'll grow up strong and tall; I know then you'll understand, Your daddy's more than a name on a wall. She said, He really missed the family And being home on Christmas day, And he died for God and country In a place so far away; She said, I know it's hard for little boys, But I think you understand, So, son, just be proud of him, Cause God surely knows I am. She said, Son, it's someone special, And he meant a lot to me; Even though you've never seen him, I'm sure he'd be proud to see A young man who looks just like him, And who'll grow up strong and tall; I know then you'll understand, Your daddy's more than a name on a wall. |
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