Send me your sons
And ask not why.
Give them a hug
And say goodbye.

It isn't a war,
It's just good will
We will take your sons
And teach them to ****.

It isn's a war
It's just good will.
Explain that to  a mother,
See how she fills

What happened to Teddy
And Tommy and Mike.
Little boys playing
And riding their bikes.

Freckles and ice cream
First car and first date.
She looks out the window
And worries, he's late.

A chill passes over,
She awakes from a sleep.
Something is wrong
She can feel it so deep.

The chaplin is here
He knows what to say.
It's just a job
He does every day.

No tears from the chaplin
He does this so often.
Your son's coming home
In a flag covered coffin.