I can’t take it anymore,
He’s been gone to long,
He’s still my baby,
Not big and strong just yet,
I hope he comes home soon.
He writes to me often,
But not ofen enough,
It sounds brutal what he tells me,
Not the rght conditions for a boy of his age,
He once wrote the men march asleep,
I was confused what he meant by that,
He hasn’t wrote to me for months.
I cling to hope he hasn’t left us,
I prey every night for him,
Please don’t tke him he’s my son,
He’s not meant for a soldiers life.