by Cira

I have a picture, right here in my hand
Who is this man, with such a strong stand?
I saw my baby,last, quite a while ago,
Could this be him? How he did grow?

Where was I, did I miss it all?
I see a soldier, standing straight and tall!
This can t be my baby, this is a man
It s been just 2 months, with the Army’s clan.

I m so proud of this picture, in my hand,
An American soldier! Isn’ t he grand?
Can he find my baby, my little boy
Can he smile for me? Can he feel any joy?

I have this picture , right here in my heart
Of a little boy, with a horse and cart.
He comes crying to mama, for all his needs,
I could fix everything , with a story , I ’d read

Life gave me a picture, of all that can be,
The boy that I cared for, is now caring for me.
Fighting for freedom ’s what he’s training to do
The roll of HIS mama, is sure something new

I knew one day, that my baby would grow.
I have this picture, and I do love it so.
Oh God, why did you let this happen so fast
Please Make me strong, don t let me live in the past

Here is this picture , My Lord, Savior to all
Please , God, keep your angels on call You gave me the best child
The world has ever known.
Now help me to see, my baby has grown

We both have his picture, Lord
I know you can see,
Now be sure to return , him,
Safely to me!