he was only seventeen
when he went to war
he left with a smile
trying to tell his mother he'd be fine
i still remember the bluest eyes i've
ever seen walk into the distance gun in hand

he was only seventeen
when he went to war
i'd send messages back and forth
he'd tell me about the friends he made
and lost along the way
he'd say he was doing fine
a few misses with bullets raining down
on him but i know he was smiling
happy to fight for his country
it filled him with pride

Its been a few years now
since i saw him the messages
stopped a month ago
i thought maybe...just maybe
he was coming home
but then we got the letter
"killed in action"
the man with the bluest
eyes I've ever seen
wasn't coming home again