Holding a pen in one,
And in the other is a gun.
In case of emergency,
Bless him with a kiss.
Looking back on life,
It made him realize,
Everything that they had was a gift.

These letters home,
They call to a certain extent,
What they knew all along.

Our hearts sent back,
Numbered and tagged,
They don't know the things that we go through,
Everyday.

The letter's in the mail,
So prepare yourself again.
She knew it before it was even read.
She felt it in her heart,
And knew it from the start.
That her son, born and raised, was dead.

His heart sent back,
Numbered and tagged.