Twinblade Family/Broms Tales

Faithful Mother

She ran to the mailbox,
On that bright summers day,
Got a letter from her son,
In a war far away,

He spoke of the weather,
And good friends that hes made,
He said: remember dad?,
And that laugh that he had?,
Thats why im here today.,
At the bottom he said,
You are what im fighting for,
It was his first of his letters from war,

She started writing,
Your good,and your brave,
What a father youll be some day,
Make it home, make it safe,
And so she kept writing each day..,

Late that December,
A day she'll not forget,
Tears stained the paper,
With every word that she read,

It said: I was up on a hill,
I was up there alone,
When the shots all rang out,
And bombs were exploding,
Thats when i saw him,
He came back for me,
And though he was captured,
The man set me free,
That man, was your son,
He told me to write to you,
I told him i would, oh i swore,
It was the last of the letters from war,

She prayed he was living,
Kept on beleiving,
And wrote every night just to say,

Your good,and your brave,
What a father youll be some day,
Make it home,make it safe,
And so she kept writing each day..,

Two years later,
Autumn leaves all around,
A horse pulled in the driveway,
And she fell to the ground,

And down steped a marshall,
Where her boy used to stand,
And said: Mom im taking my orders,
From all of your letters,
And ive come home again,

He dropped all his luggage,
And ran in to hold her,
Holding all of her letters from war....

Voice of Truth

Oh what i would do to have,
The kind of faith it takes,
to climb out of the boat and then,
onto the crashing waves,

To step out of my comfort zone,
into the realm of the unknown,
where adventure is,
and its holding out its hand,

but the waves are calling out my name,
and they laugh at me,
reminding me of all the times,
ive tried before and failed,
the waves, they keep on telling me,
time and time again,
boy, youll never win,
youll never win,

but the voice of truth,
tells me a different story,
the voice of truth,
says do not be afraid,

and the voice of truth,
says this is for my golry,
out of all the voices calling out to me,
i will choose to listen and beleive,
the voice of truth,

Oh what i would do to have,
the kind of strength it takes,
to stand before a giant,
with just a sling and a stone,
surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors,
shaking in their armour,
wishing they could have the strength to stand,

but the giants calling out my name,
and he laughs at me,
reminding me of all the times,
ive tried before and failed,
the giant keeps on telling me,
time and time again,
boy, youll never win,
youll never win,

but the voice of truth,
tells me a different story,
the voice of truth,
says do not be afraid,

and the voice of truth,
says this is for my golry,
out of all the voices calling out to me,
i will choose to listen and beleive,
the voice of truth,

but the stone was just the right size,
to put the giant on the ground,
and the waves they dont seem so high,
ive jumped and im lookin down,
I will soar with the wings of eagles,
when i stop and listen to the sound of the gulls,
singing over me,

but the voice of truth,
tells me a different story,
the voice of truth,
says do not be afraid,

and the voice of truth,
says this is for my golry,
out of all the voices calling out to me,
i will choose to listen and beleive,
the voice of truth,