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Eyes Like Mine


Oh Ma, you know I love you so

But they're a-sendin' me 'way

Fight for you and Sis, I'll stay low

And they pay for college, so they say.

We're much more strong 'nd smart 

I'll only be gone 'till Christmas Day

At least that's what they're a-hopin'.

 

Oh my doe-eyed boy, you make me so proud,

But you left without a peep, without a sound.

Now I can't hear your voice 'ntil the leaves are dead and gone.

My dull ol' eyes will weep 'nd cry,

'ntil our president brings you home to me.

 

Oh ma, I don't know if I'll see home snowflakes fall.

Though the ash in the air is like Christmas Day, 

The only gift I have is keepin' my life

But my eyes are seein' bodies stackin' high. 

 

Oh how could they keep you, my precious son?

It's only the young they've been holdin'

College should have been on wait 

Now you'll be payin' with your blood.

It's clear now, they're not with us

Seems they're there for profit. 

 

I haven't heard from you son in a few long moons, 

For your safety I am a-prayin'. 

I hope your thoughts are still with me

And not lyin' on that jungle floor. 

 

A knock on the door filled the lonesome room 

And momma opened the portal. 

His body in one piece, back from 'Nam 

But his mind was floating elsewhere. 

 

When her eyes met his, they were framed with tears

And his soul was so much older. 

A doe-eyed boy no longer shone

Now his eyes were old as his mother,

 

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