But, oh, please Mom, there's something great that I must ask of you
I have a friend, oh, such a friend, he has no home you see
And so, dear Mom, I'd really like to bring him home with me
Dear Son, we don't really mind if someone comes home with you
I'm sure he could stay with us, perhaps a week or two
Dear Mom, there's something you must know, now, please don't be alarmed
My friend in the battle recently was hurt and lost an arm
Dear, Son, don't be afraid to bring him home with you
Your friend can stay and visit for maybe a day or two
But Mother, he's not just a friend, he's like a brother too
And that's why I want him with us and like a son to you
And before you give your answer, Mom, I really don't want to beg
But my friend faught in a battle in which he lost a leg
Dear Son, it hurts so much to say my answer must be 'No'
For Dad and I have no time for a boy who's crippled so
So, months go by and a letter comes, and it says their son has died
And when they read the cause of death, the shock, was suicide
Days later, when the casket came, draped in our country's flag
They saw their son lying there… without an arm… and without a leg.
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2016/3/9 - 13:28
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