Let me share with you a letter written during world war II by a father to his soldier son.
dear son,
I wish I had the power to write
the thoughts wedged in my heart tonight
As I sit here watching that small star
and wondering where and how you are.
you know, Son, its a funny thing
how close a war can bring
a father, who for years of pride,
has kept emotions deep inside.
Im sorry, Son, when you were small
I let reserve build up that wall;
I told you real men never cried,
and it was mom who always dried
your tears and smoothered your hurts away
So, that you soon went back to play.
BUt, Son, deep down within my heart
I longed to have some little part
in drying that small tear-strained face,
but we were men - men dont embrace.
and suddenly I found my son
a full-grown man with childhood done.
tonight youre far across the sea,
fighting a way for men like me.
well, somehow pride and what is right
have changed places here tonight
i find my eyes wont stay quite dry
and that men sometimes really cry
and if we stood here, face to face,
im sure, my Son, we would embrace.
