Sometimes we don't know who the heroes are. This is for them. |
In my Daddy's study Is a box upon the wall Within are several medals Because he gave his all Yes, Daddy was a hero Says the box upon the wall But that's not quite enough To make us all stand tall You see Daddies all have children Little hearts that need to see How much that Daddy loves them In moments that are key They too have their own box A box that we can not see And if they are forgotten A shadow box they'll be I have my own medals And this I will not deny They're not easily given I think it's worth the try The first is called Friendship It's so hard for them to get Moving every three years To reach out is a threat Another called the Hug For those times when Daddy's gone Moment shared by tape delay Time quickly marches on The third is special it's called Tear It's the strangest one you've seen This Daddy brings his work home Drill saergent tough and mean The last is called Hero That is what these children are They don't choose this life themselves But still have battle scars So 'ten hut and stand up straight Let's give heroes their due And respond to all the sacrafice It the least that we can do |