A tear ran down her cheek As she read the words he wrote His dad sat at the table With a lump in his throat The letter was stained With blood mixed with sand It was a letter From their son in a far off land The letter said, Mom the pain I cannot stand From the shrapnel that ripped through this young man I feel the pain so badly It makes me scream and cry I know I will not see you I know that I will die So I just wanted to say Before God calls me home Don't worry about me anymore No, I am not alone I know that there will be days That you both sit and cry I know there will be days That you wonder why The reason is Mom This is what I signed up to do So that our country can stay free and true Well, I will go now Things are starting to fade No, I am not alone, Mom, nor am I afraid But before God calls me home there is something I must say I thought of you all each and every day The medic, he is trying to keep me alive and ease my pain But I must go now It is time, God, he says so I love you all and miss you This is the last letter The last one I have wrote