As we walked and spoke on that sunny day.
We talked about the things we loved,
and

we spoke of the wars he had Fought. And His battles of life.

when his face turned sad and he asked. have you heard from my son..
I miss him really bad.
I never see him anymore do you know where he's at.
we use to go fishing,
and I really miss that .. do you think he's mad.
He's all grown up now
It's been so long ..I can't remember his face.
do you know where he's at.
As the tears rolled down my face
I said yes,
I know where he's at
And no dad
I'm not mad..