I saw her from a distance,
as she walked up to the wall.
In her hand she held some flowers,
as her tears began to fall.
She took out pen and paper,
as to trace her memories.
And she looked up to heaven,
and the words she said were these.
She said,
Lord, my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me.
And though I'd love to see him
just one more time, you see,
All I have are the memories and the
moments to recall
So
Lord could you tell him he's more
than a name on a wall
He said he really missed the family,
and being home on
Christmas
Day
And he died for
God and country, in a place so far away
I remember just a little boy,
playing war since he was three.
But
Lord, this time I know,
he's not coming home to me.
She said,
Lord, my boy was special,
and he meant so much to me.
And though I'd love to see him,
but I know it just can't be
So I thank you for the memories,
and the moments to recall
Oh
Lord, could you tell him he's
more than a name on a wall
A lord, you tell him
He's more than a name on the wall?