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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
The letter came with his shaky hand,
Said, “Girls, I’ll be home when I can.”
But the desert sun, it burned so fierce,
And fate was sharper than any spear.
They waited nights, they waited days,
Counting stars in endless haze.
But a knock at the door broke the spell,
With words too heavy, too hard to tell.
[Chorus]
A folded flag in little hands,
Where a daddy’s touch should’ve been.
The weight of a hero, the weight of goodbye,
Tears falling like rain from the sky.
No last hug, no promised land,
Just a folded flag in little hands.
[Verse 2]
She wore her Sunday dress, blue and white,
He’d call her his angel, his shining light.
The younger one clutched a teddy tight,
Their mama’s eyes had lost their fight.
The bugle called, the rifles cracked,
Echoed through hills, no turning back.
A man in brass said, “He served us all,”
But the girls just stared, feeling so small.
[Chorus]
A folded flag in little hands,
Where bedtime stories used to stand.
The weight of a hero, the weight of goodbye,
A father’s love lost in the sky.
No soft words, no guiding plans,
Just a folded flag in little hands.
Details
GeneratedOct 12, 2025
Duration3:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
country, acoustic; fingerpicked acoustic guitar leads with soft fiddle harmonies. sparse percussion adds a gentle heartbeat. the vocals are raw and emotive, mournful tempo to highlight the storytelling., melodic, with a slow, sad
Credits
Prompt by
militarylife
militarylifeModelAria v4
Prompt
A sad country song on a soldier not being able to make it back home alive. He has daughters back home. And how they get handed the flag on the day of the marine funeral .
