I slept with my mom's shirt that had her scent to comfort me
While the ammunition she made was sent across the sea.
I awoke each morning with granny looking at the sky.
Never did I think to ask her. . . "Why?"

My brother and my sisters didn't want to play.
I went through many times that I had a lonely day.
Not 'till years later did I understand about the war in my time
And why I heard the sadness in each church bell's chime.

Later on in years, I played with ration slips left in an army trunk,
Along with dad's medals that I thought was just old junk.
Now that I'm old and wiser, I wish those things I'd kept,
Even mom's shirt that I used for comfort when I slept.

Dad's face grew dim in my memory as the years passed,
And mom was never the same when she came home at last.
Dear God, I pray this doesn't happen to the children of today,
So we as a nation need to take some time to pray.

To ask God for peace and help us to rid the earth
Of all that's evil and to a peaceful world give birth.
Let us do away with hatred and not harm our children of today.
The only way we will succeed is to kneel and pray.