Keep the Flag

He woke up one morning to the sound of a telephone ring

His dad was lacing his boots, bags were packed up to go away

He was seven years old when his daddy left to fight in a war

He's too young to understand what for

He said, be brave my son, I'll be home soon

The boy held on to hope till he got that awful news

And as they folded up the stars and stripes

Twenty-one guns pointed towards the sky

As the shots rang out he flinched a little each time

Then a soldier in his best dress walked up to him and you know the rest

But through his pain the soldier's words fell flat