Native Son

I could see the car arrive The uniforms, they stepped outside Doorbell rings and breaks the quiet Hats in hand they come inside The bitter truth, the disbelief The shock at first, the waves of grief How am I gonna carry on when everything is gone? Native son, where have you gone? He was only seventeen Local boy with small-town dreams No one ever questioned it Figured it was his best bet Straight from school to his first tour The constant fear that he endured How are you gonna carry on so far away from home? Native son, where have you gone? Native son, you're not coming home Folded flag, the family name Proud soldier in a picture frame How are we gonna carry on when all our faith is gone? Native son (How am I supposed to carry on?) Where have you gone? (How am I supposed to carry on?) Native son (How am I supposed to carry on?) You're not coming home (All my faith is gone) Native son (How am I supposed to carry on?) Where have you gone? (All my faith, all my faith is gone) Native son (How am I supposed to carry on?) You're not coming home