Realizing that while sitting with my family on Christmas day enjoying the festivities that there was a mother out there that lost her only son to the war and was alone. The father had left. Her son was now gone. She was left with the idea of what she would say to her son if he was still there on this holiday. Imaginary conversations.
Imaginary conversations
since you've gone away
Imaginary conversations
this cold winter day
Twenty years ago this day
I reveled in your joyful play
Raising you without a man
wasn't something either of us planned
Imaginary conversations
since you've gone away
Imaginary conversations
on this Christmas day
You grew into so much more
than he was walking out the door
You wanted to perform
by honoring me through the uniform
You're never walking down our stairs
You're never coming home from war
Never again
Imaginary conversations
since you've gone away
Imaginary conversations
with my walls today
You're never coming through my doorway
You're never sleeping in your bed
Be my man again