She gets ready for work in the morning
Drops her kids off at school for the day
When she finally gets home to exhaustion
Gathering strength as she watches them play
She wonders at the kids growing so fast
Hardly sees them
Barely knows them
She wonders how long this war will last
And when her man is coming home again
She feeds the kids and it's time for their good night
Shuts the door and then stops
At the stairs
Now alone in the light of the hallway
And blinking eyes suddenly filled with tears
She prays, "Please God,
I know I shouldn't feel this way
I'm not the one on the front lines
It's just a single mother's day to day
Just a casualty of wartime..."
She gets ready to write him a letter
Stumbling over the words she could say
Finding words to say how much they love him
Is easy
But she can't stop thinking of bills left unpaid...
"I know I shouldn't feel this way
I'm not the one on the front lines
It's just a single mother's day to day
Just a casualty of wartime..."
She wonders at the times in history
When wives and children
Have gone through this
She wonders how long this war will last
How many fathers
How many sons.....?