Mother’s are crying in are lands
A mother cry’s for a son,
one that will never come home again
Her heart is coming undone it was her son
All I could do was set there has I heard her tears
A father would not cry.
When they played tap’s I heard him scream
My son why?
They gave some one ells the flag, has she held his son.
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