• It was almost December
    And I remember
    That morning clear as day
    Momma was crying
    And I was dying
    To know why

    She held me close and gave me a kiss
    She said honey, I don't kno how to tell you this
    But daddy, he's not coming home

    He died serving his country
    And daddy's not coming home
    No matter how hard I plee
    I'll miss the days I spent with him
    Long trip taken on a whim
    Bedtime stories and singing songs
    Momma cries everyday
    And I probably may

    His funeral was in the spring
    Everyone was there
    And everyone who cared
    He was lowered down
    And everything was still
    That day in April

    That was eight years ago
    And Momma and I visit him
    We stay until the sky becomes dim

    He died serving his country
    And daddy's not coming home
    No matter how hard I plee
    I'll miss the days I spent with him
    Long trip taken on a whim
    Bedtime stories and singing songs
    It was almost December
    And I remember
    That morning clear as day

    8.23.09