September 30, 2004

A Gold Star hangs in the window,
A lead weight hangs from her heart,
She stands by the window just searching,
And waits for the music to start.

She sees a six year old running,
As butterflies flit through the grass,
She sees him play catch with his brother,
Her tears shining back through the glass.

A Gold Star hangs in the window,
A lead weight hangs from her heart,
She stands by the window just searching,
And waits for the music to start.

He was ten then and playing at football.
A phantom team winning that year,
A long pass and then a reception,
The home crowd beginning to cheer.

.A Gold Star hangs in the window,
A lead weight hangs from her heart,
She stands by the window just searching,
And waits for the music to start.

At twelve he delivered the paper.
Packed around town on his bike,
A Boy Scout sharply saluting,
Off on his first five mile hike.

A Gold Star hangs in the window,
A lead weight hangs from her heart,
She stands by the window just searching,
And waits for the music to start.

They brought her a flag neatly folded,
The shape of a tri-cornered hat,
They gave her the box with the medal.
The Ribbon and all, that was that.

A Gold Star hangs in the window,
A lead weight hangs from her heart,
She stands by the window just searching,
And waits for the music to start.