I saw her from a distance, as she walked up to the wall
In her hand she held some flowers, as her tears began to fall
She took out pen and paper as to trace her mem’ries
She looked up to heaven, and the words she said were these
She said, “Lord my boy was special, and he meant so much to me
And Oh, I’d love to see him just one more time you see
All I have are the mem’ries and the moments to recall
So Lord could you tell him he’s more than a name on the wall”
She said, “He really missed the family, being home on Christmas day
And he died for God and country in a place so far away
I remember just a little boy, playing war since he was three
And Lord this time I know, he’s not coming home to me”
She said, “Lord my boy was special, and he meant so much to me
And Oh, I’d love to see him but I know it just can’t be
So I thank you for my mem’ries and the moments to recall
But Lord could you tell him he’s more than a name on the wall
Lord could you tell him he’s more than a name on the wall”
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