The Front Porch

Momma's on the front porch, Bible in her lap Looking down the road, for a boy that ain’t coming back Gold Star on the front door, folded flag by her side The aching in her heart from the love she’s been denied She’s got pride in her heart, pain in her eyes, A picture on the mantle of better times. No medal can mend what the years can’t patch, Momma’s on the front porch, Bible in her lap. His boots still by the bedside, dust on his guitar Letters from the desert, talkin’ ‘bout the stars She reads them every Sunday, softly through her tears Like she’s callin’ to the heavens, hopin’ he still hears She’s got pride in her heart, pain in her eyes, A picture on the mantle of better times. No medal can mend what the years can’t patch, Momma’s on the front porch, Bible in her lap. Neighbors stop by but don’t know what to say, Just leave some flowers, then walk away. She smiles and says, “He’s still with me,” “In every prayer and every breeze.” She’s got pride in her heart, pain in her eyes, A picture on the mantle of better times. The world rolls on, but she won’t look back, Momma’s on the front porch, Bible in her lap. Yeah, Momma’s on the front porch, Bible in her lap.