FALLEN SON

A little girl waiting on a door bell that never rang

Painting pictures of an angel and all the letters of her father’s name

Too young to understand, not old enough to know

Her hero is not coming home

But the fight has only just begun

To heal the wounds of the ones we love

Another folded flag for freedom

Searching for the light

In the sky of a fallen son

Twenty-one guns and the smeared makeup of her mother’s eyes

A purple heart and a pink carnation lay by his side

Too young to understand that daddy is not asleep

Or know the meaning of his bravery

But the fight has only just begun

To heal the wounds of the ones we love

Another folded flag for freedom

Searching for the light

In the sky of a fallen son

Glory Glory Hallelujah

Glory Glory Hallelujah

Glory Glory Hallelujah