The Day He Called

This is dedicated to my brother Carlos, who is fighting in Iraq. We found out he was leaving last December, he way deployed in January...

I listened to my mother cry
And watched her tears fall
I don't think I've ever felt as distant
As the night we got his call

"I'm going to Iraq"
Were the words that he said
As laid in my bed that night
Thoughts of worry and anger filled my head

The sound of my heart breaking
Filled my quiet room
He won't leave until February
But that time will pass too soon

Those three little words
Have left a scar upon my heart
Those three little words
Cut like a knifew that was way too sharp

No matter what may happen
Whether we are near of far apart
If you look insdie of me
You'll see my brother is my heart