The deadly winds blow from the angry sea
I know your over there and not with me
You pull the trigger with a mighty rage
Knowing that your son is a different age
There's no more whispers in the night
There's no more "daddy I love you goodnight"
All I ever hear is tears weep from his eyes
I know only the truth and not these lies
He's turning eight in just a few days
On his report card you can see all A's
He's growing up John to be a man
I wish you were here to understand
Guide him and to even hold his hand
He's not your little boy that you left
I accuse the military of horrible theft
Your life has been taken away to heaven
And your little boy is just the age of seven
He says come home daddy every day
But I have to tell him it's not that way....
