Just a Little Boy

Killed in action.
In every word spoken,
I hear your lovely voice,
In every tear that shows,
I hate myself for my choice
To ever let you go.
A woman also dressed in black,
Walks up and hugs me,
And I embrace her back,
You'll live on in our tears, our joy,
Her life will never be the same,
You were her little boy.
I cry and cry when I get home,
Can't do this alone.
Can't raise our son,
All on my own.
The last thing I got from you,
A little stuffed toy,
After you heard the news,
He will be-
My little boy,
And all that I have left of you.