She walked to the mailbox
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On that bright summers day
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Found a letter from her son
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In a war far away
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He spoke of the weather
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And good friends that he'd made
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Said I'd been thinking 'bout dad
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And the life that he had
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Thats why I'm here today
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And that the end he said
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You are what I'm fighting for
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It was the first of the letters from war
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She started writing
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You're good and you're brave
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What a father that you'll be someday
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make it home
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make it safe
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She wrote every night as she prayed
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Late in December
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A day she'll not forget
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Oh her tears stained the paper
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With every word that she read
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It said "I was up on a hill
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I was out there alone
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When the shots all rang out
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And bombs were exploding
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And thats when I saw him
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He came back for me
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And though he was captured
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A man set me free
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And that man was your son
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He asked me to write to you
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I told him i would, oh I swore"
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It was the last of the letters from war
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And she prayed he was living
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Kept on believing
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And wrote every night just to say
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You are good
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And you're brave
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what a father that you'll be someday
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Make it home
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Make it safe
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Still she kept writing each day
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Then two years later
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Autumn leaves all around
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A car pulled in the driveway
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And she fell to the ground
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And out stepped a captain
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Where her boy used to stand
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He said "mom I'm following orders
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From all of your letters
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And I've come home again",
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He ran into hold her
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And dropped all his bags on the floor
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Holding all of her letters from war
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Bring him home
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Bring him home
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Bring him home
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Letters From War
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| Mark Schultz |
