Debbie Pascarella songs
Whe the War in Iraq began I remember the boys that were taken hostage - this was inspired by Ronald Young...I remember watching him on TV, looking so scared trying to be so brave and I couldn't help but cry-I thought to myself "He Could've been my son"...I heard they were killed and I cried so hard...When I found out they were safe I couldn't be happier if he was my own son...In reality they are all our sons over there..fighting for our liberties ..This song was semi finalist in the International Song Competition 2003
HE COULD?VE BEEN MY SON
Debbie Pascarella
9 Sutton Place
Middletown, NJ 07748
732-706-0174
A little wet behind the ears,
barely old enough for beers
When sent to fight for my liberty
While I was sitting home, safe, watching my t.v.
The fear in his eyes was so clear to me
In the blink of a tear-filled eye he was gone
Airbourne Troop 101
He could?ve been my son
My heart my soul
My only one
He could have been
my keys to the car
Dirty clothes on the floor
My knock on the door
Saying, ?Sorry,
Your boy?s not coming home
And I cry because I know
He could have been my son
He looked like one of the guys
Who eat burgers and fries
down in my basement
on Saturday nights
Playing cd?s and talking
?bout girls and their cars
playing the field, and playing guitars
I feel so guilty with my boy safe at home
When another mom and dad are sitting alone
CHORUS
BRIDGE
As the sun comes up and
My son sneaks in
With that ?you caught me? look
Wedged in his boyish grin
When I just hug him
He looks so surprised
He says ?momma, I?m Home,
Why are those tears in your eyes??
CHORUS
HE COULD?VE BEEN MY SON
Debbie Pascarella
9 Sutton Place
Middletown, NJ 07748
732-706-0174
A little wet behind the ears,
barely old enough for beers
When sent to fight for my liberty
While I was sitting home, safe, watching my t.v.
The fear in his eyes was so clear to me
In the blink of a tear-filled eye he was gone
Airbourne Troop 101
He could?ve been my son
My heart my soul
My only one
He could have been
my keys to the car
Dirty clothes on the floor
My knock on the door
Saying, ?Sorry,
Your boy?s not coming home
And I cry because I know
He could have been my son
He looked like one of the guys
Who eat burgers and fries
down in my basement
on Saturday nights
Playing cd?s and talking
?bout girls and their cars
playing the field, and playing guitars
I feel so guilty with my boy safe at home
When another mom and dad are sitting alone
CHORUS
BRIDGE
As the sun comes up and
My son sneaks in
With that ?you caught me? look
Wedged in his boyish grin
When I just hug him
He looks so surprised
He says ?momma, I?m Home,
Why are those tears in your eyes??
CHORUS
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