the cool wind blowing through my hair the children's laughter my moms stare when is daddy coming home mom you ask when god and country has finished their task i look down the beach towards the setting sun mommy has daddy used his gun i look at you my child of 4 yes baby he has to daddy's at war mommy is daddy gonna be here on my birthday can he ask the man that sent him away no my baby daddy's jobs not done he doesn't have much time for birthday fun i miss him mommy i really do i no baby i do too
