She walked to the mailbox On that bright summers day Found a letter from her son In a war far away He spoke of the weather And good friends that he'd made Said I'd been thinking 'bout dad And the… — Mark Schultz Copy Share Image
“You are a child of mine, Born of my own design, And you bear the hard of life. No matter where you go, Oh,… — Mark Schultz Copy Share Image
She walked to the mailbox On that bright summers day Found a letter from her son In a war far away He spoke of… — Mark Schultz Copy Share Image
