Silently he sat on the bed by himself
Looking at his sons picture sitting on the shelf 
Too young just too young to die
God  help me as I sit here again I cry 
I’ve got to quit feeling sorry for myself 
Silently he sat on the bed my himself 

But night after night he did the same thing 
Came into his sons room nightly to ease his pain
It wasn’t supposed to be like this he wasn’t supposed to die
Why couldn’t it have been the other GI
I wonder if this is how other army parents have felt 
Silently he sat on the bed by himself 

It’s a pain that stirs you from the depth of your soul
If you don’t watch it it makes you old
Abd hopefully you won’t dream the dreams you’ve had
The killing of your son in the badlands of Baghdad 
You pat the side of the bed and have a good cry
You  know you’ll see your son again the day you too die ….

WB KSG