• As I grab a seat on my favourite chair
    Something that's said on TV makes me stare

    "A brave, loyal soldier has died today,"
    It can't be my father I think No way

    But what he says next, makes me stop and freeze
    My lip starts to qiver and I get shakey knees

    The name on the TV belongs to no other
    Then my very own beloved father

    "He died just this morning, at seven A.M."
    The reporter then says as tears drip off my chin

    "This is a terrible nightmare!" I shout
    But this is a painful reality, no doubt

    My mother then runs in and asks "What's the matter?"
    If I tell her I know that her life would be shattered

    Still I point to the TV with little regret
    And the look on her face I will never forget

    Her face became pale and her eyes filled with tears
    It then became eviden't this was both our worst fear

    We both want him back. There's no lies there, it's true
    And father, if you can hear me, listen, "I love you."