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From the moment he enlisted,

I knew the time would come-

I'd have to let him go,

And kiss goodbye, my son.



But it doesn't make it easier,

Knowing that it's true.

For nothing could prepare me for,

This pain, I'm going through.



I don't know how I'll do this,

Crying every day and night.

Praying he comes, safely home...

Praying that he's alright.



He's going off to war,

And I can't fight these fears.

They follow me everywhere,

Accompanied by tears.



There's a never-ending battle,

Waging in my heart,

'Cause I'm trying to be stronger,

While I'm falling all apart...



...He's going off to war...



It seems only yesterday,

He was just a little boy.

The apple of my eye,

And Daddy's pride and joy.



Now he's standing there,

In his ARMY uniform-

So brave and ready-a-man,

With duties to perform.



Only my bedroom pillow,

Knows how much I've cried.

Because in front of him, I try,

To keep it all inside.



But he's going off to war,

And I can't fight these fears.

They follow me everywhere,

Accompanied by tears.



There's a never-ending battle,

Waging in my heart,

'Cause I'm trying to be stronger,

While I'm falling all apart...



...He's going off to war...



I pray that God would keep him,

Safely held there, in His hand,

While he's so far away from home,

Bravely serving on foreign land.



All the worries a mother has,

Seem rolled now, into one.

I'll count each day, until he comes home,

When his tour of duty is done.



Father, I need Your Grace to guide me,

Like I've never needed it before.

Please Lord, give me, the strength to do this,

For my son is going, off to war...