I'M WRITING THIS DOWN
IN A TRENCH MOM
DON'T SCOLD IF IT ISN'T
SO NEAT
THE WAY THAT YOU DID
WHEN I WAS A KID
AND I'D COME HOME
WITH MUD
ON MY FEET
THE CAPTAIN
JUST GAVE US
OUR ORDERS
AND MOM
WE WILL CARRY
THEM THROUGH
AND I'LL FINISH
THIS LETTER
THE FIRST CHANCE I GET
BUT FOR NOW
I'LL JUST SAY
I LOVE YOU
THEN THE MOTHER'S
OLD HANDS
BEGAN TO TREMBLE
AND SHE FOUGHT
AGAINST TEARS
IN HER EYES
BUT THEY CAME
UNASHAMED
FOR THERE
WAS NO NAME
AND SHE KNEW
THAT HER SOLDIER
HAD DIED
THEN THE MOTHER
KNELT DOWN
BY HER BEDSIDE
AND SHE PRAYED
LORD ABOVE
HEAR MY PLEA
AND PROTECT
ALL THE SONS
WHO ARE FIGHTING
TONIGHT
AND DEAR GOD
KEEP AMERICA FREE
I'M WRITING THIS DOWN
IN A TRENCH MOM
DON'T SCOLD IF IT ISN'T
SO NEAT