
Empty Chairs
In the spring of 1942
She said goodbye to the life she knew
Sent her son off to some foreign land
Far from the tender care of her loving hands
Now worry’s the only thing she can feel
As her family sits for their evening meal
She sends up a silent prayer
As she stares at that empty chair
Though many years have come and gone
Still we sing the same old song
A little girl in ballet shoes
Her dad away in his Navy blues
Her mama watches from the crowd
Recording these moments that make them proud
While thinking of the one that can’t be there
Next to her in that empty chair
So many have answered to the call
To go and fight for us all
Leaving a vacant space behind
To take a place on the front line
Freedom is an unfilled old church pew
A deserted couch in a living room
A neighborhood bar stool left so bare
Thank God for those empty chairs
I thank God for those empty chairs

