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