I used to be a mother
'til my sons got took away
It is the greatest irony
I found out on this day

You see it was three years ago
I found out they won't be back,
they died together brothers
on the streets of old Iraq

So this day for me is different
and I know I'm not alone
I join a group of shattered moms
Who's children wont be home

But I know my sons they think of me
looking down from up above
and although I'll never get a card
I'll always have their love

So to all the moms out there I say
be your children young or old
Their love will far outlast
any card or gift you hold.

I know I'll see them when I die
then once more they'll take my hand
Until then, mothers old and new
love your children while you can.