As the last train enters the station
I eagerly look out hoping to sight
So many years gone by, how must he be?
Tall and handsome or broad and bright

I look past the many faces
For the one that familiar will be
I move thru the crowd amidst the chatter and buzz
I look around for what longing eyes seek

I still clearly remember as if yesterday
A young boy then he took my leave
He’d serve the nation and make us proud
He was his father’s boy indeed

As a little boy he was the brightest among all
Never a dull moment to bog him down
When his father left us he stood firm as a rock
He calmed my fears, firmly brought things around

Dread fills me as I look for him now
The whistle blows, my heart sinks at the sound
Another day gone by but my son hasn’t returned
How long must I wait? When will the waiting end?