I saw her from a distance,   as she walked up to the wall.   In her hand she held some flowers,   as her tears began to fall.   She took out a pen and paper   as to trace her memories.   She looked up to heaven.   The words she said were these:      She said, "Lord, my boy was special    and he meant so much to me    and though I'd love to see him    just one more time, you see.   All I have are the memories   and the moments to recall.   So Lord, could you tell him   he's more than a name on a wall?"      She said he missed the family,   bein' home on Christmas Day.   And he died for God and country   in a place so far away.   I remember just a little boy   playin' war since he was three.   Lord this time I know,   he's not comin' home to me.      She said, "Lord, my boy was special    and he meant so much to me    and oh I'd love to see him,   but I know it just can't be.   So I thank you for my memories   and the moments to recall.   But Lord, could you tell him   he's more than a name on a wall?   Lord, could you tell him,    he's more than a name on a wall?"