The Homecoming

I remember my sweet mother Crying as my brother went off to war As the train pulled out of the station She whispered, have mercy on him Lord If memory serves best it's been 10 years past If not less or more Time means nothing when your just a kid And there's no one there keeping score Moms been crying since she heard the news Guess she can't wait to have him home I've been reading up on what brothers do Since he left when I was young Mom she had me dress up real nice Wouldn't want him to think any less of me Hope he has stories of his daily fights And that he shares them all with me I tell my mother I think I see the train As tears well up in her eyes I hold her hand as best I can At 14, don't need no reason why As the train pulls up in front of us There's soldiers there to salute Guess my brother is a hero But that's something this kid already knew The war that day replaced my brothers smiling face With that of a Flag draped box One of the soldiers said something to mother As she whispered, Lord have mercy on us I never did get to hear all the stories Though I talk with him all the time As I try and make it daily To his grave up on the hillside While my mother sits home and cries