She looked out her window thru the dirty window panes,
Cursing she was lonely, and cursing at the rain.
She had no family with her, and she hadn’t made a sound,
Thinking of the day her littlegirl was buried in the ground.

Her daughter was a soldier, and she reached with shaking hands,
To read her girl’s last letter, written in a far off land,
She told her mom she loved her, that the letter held her tears,
And how her God protected her, in her worries and her fears.

Mom had hoped to see her daughter when frost was on the ground,
And how that dream was ended,
When the Soldiers came around,
To tell her of her daughter’s fate, a hero passed with pride,
And how Heaven gained a Special One the day her daughter died.

Refrain
Each mother has her heros, the roses in her heart,
Whether they are living, or after they depart.