somebody's son

i was watching the news tonight, anchorman said there was a fight, and a young man died from his wounds, they showed pictures of the battle, and i almost turned the channel, like i always seem to do, then it hit me like a freight train coming through, that's somebody's son, somebody's husband, somebody's everything, out there someone's coming undone, it made me wonder if anyone really wins, when every war has to be won, with somebody's son, i walked down the hall to check, on my youngest lying in bed, and i stood there watching him dream, i tried but i couldn't imagine how we would feel if something happened, and i didn't have him here with me, then i cried for that dead boy and his family, he's somebody's son, somebody's husband, somebody's everything, out there someone's coming undone. it made me wonder if anyone really wins, when every war has to be won, he's somebody's son, somebody's son, somebody's husband, somebody's everything. out there someone's coming undone. it made me wonder if anyone really wins, when every war has to be won, with somebody's son