Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Dad's old coat
Buttons hanging by a thread
Coffee gone cold
You just stare at the table instead
I fold the papers
Hide the tremble in my hands
Say
"It's just a tour
Couple months in foreign sand"
[Chorus]
I'm sorry for the nights I’ll miss
For every empty chair at Christmas
For every joke I won't be there to ruin
I swear I'm doing what I'm meant to do and
If it all goes wrong
If I don't come back
Promise you won't let her break like glass
Don't tell Mama
Don't tell Mama
[Verse 2]
You walk me out
To the rusted pickup gate
Your shadow long
Stretching further than our place
I press my orders
In your fist till your knuckles white
Say
"Listen close
I only say this one time"
[Pre-Chorus]
They'll send letters
Maybe medals
Maybe flags
They talk of honor
But they never
See who cracks
[Chorus]
I'm sorry for the nights I’ll miss
For every empty chair at Christmas
For every joke I won't be there to ruin
I swear I'm doing what I'm meant to do and
If it all goes wrong
If I don't come back
Promise you won't let her break like glass
Don't tell Mama
Don't tell Mama
[Bridge]
I lean in quiet
Breath shaking at your ear
"Don’t tell her what it's like
Don't tell her what I fear
Say it's far from the fire
Say I sleep just fine
Say I'm learning foreign phrases
And I'll call her all the time"
[Verse 3]
Months crawl by
Mud stains on this folded page
Your name scrawled twice
Ink blurred like it rained
You open slow
At the window in my room
The letter shakes
As you read it to the moon
[Chorus]
"We regret to inform you"
Is how my story starts
They list the place
The date
Where they took my heartbeat apart
Brother
I'm so sorry
For making you my shield
For every tear you have to hide
For words you can’t reveal
If it all goes wrong
If I don't come back
Promise you won't let her break like glass
Don't tell Mama
Don't tell Mama
[Outro]
Fold that letter
Slip it in my old desk drawer
Tell her I was smiling
When I walked out the door
If she asks you
Why I had to take that track
Say
"He was called to something bigger"
Don't say I never made it back
Style
slow minor-key ballad with intimate male vocals over sparse piano and bowed cello; verses close-mic’dalmost whisperedthen chorus swells with haunting strings and distant choir pads. subtle military snare rolls creep in on later sectionsbuilding tension toward a devastatinghushed final chorus and a quietlingering piano outro.
Prompt
A dark, tear-inducing song: a son apologizes to his family, whispers to his brother not to tell their mother about the war. He leaves, feeling it is his purpose. Finale: a letter of his death, the bro
Credits
Prompt by
Jamir777
Jamir777GeneratedFeb 2, 2026
ModelAria v5
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