Laura Bryna 640 Battlefield Dr.
640 Battlefield Drive
Two young men and their mother hugging in the porch light
The sun is barely coming up
For two young soldiers waiting on a bus
Dave’s just like his daddy was, he loves a good fight,
Jon’s just like his mama, he does what he thinks is right,
And their mama, she’s the strength in their hearts,
She waits until they drive away then she falls apart.
It’s just like any other Sunday morning,
Most of the world is still asleep.
Everybody’s got their own idea what war is ,
But to her it is a battle she’ll fight on her knees.
She prayed her baby boys would be alright,
Till there’s peace on earth at 640 Battlefield Drive.
She knew what the letter said so she didn’t open it.
Your country and your president sincerely regret ,
To inform you, your sons aren’t coming come,
There will always be two empty chairs where they belong.
It’s just like any other Sunday morning,
Most of the world is still asleep.
Everybody’s got their own idea what war is ,
But to her it is a battle she fought on her knees.
She prayed her baby boys would be alright,
Till there’s peace on earth at 640 Battlefield Drive.
She finally picked the letter up in her trembling hands ,
The words she read were bitter sweet and through her tears it said,
“Your Jonathon will receive the purple heart,
He’ll be released on Monday he’s been honorably discharged.
David gave the greatest sacrifice,
We’ll mail his things to 640 Battlefield Drive.”
