Most people work out... apparently, I cry

So... today I was at the gym riding a stationary bike... when this song came on my new mix...

She walked to the mailbox
On that bright summers day
Found a letter from her son
In a war far away

He spoke of the weather
And good friends that he'd made
Said I'd been thinking 'bout dad
And the life that he had
Thats why I'm here today
And that the end he said
You are what I'm fighting for
It was the first of the letters from war

She started writing
You're good and you're brave
What a father that you'll be someday
make it home
make it safe

She wrote every night as she prayed

Late in December
A day she'll not forget
Oh her tears stained the paper
With every word that she read

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

And she prayed he was living
Kept on believing
And wrote every night just to say

You are good
And you're brave
what a father that you'll be someday
Make it home
Make it safe
Still she kept writing each day

Then two years later
Autumn leaves all around
A car pulled in the driveway
And she fell to the ground
And out stepped a captain
Where her boy used to stand

He said "mom I'm following orders
From all of your letters
And I've come home again",
He ran into hold her
And dropped all his bags on the floor
Holding all of her letters from war

Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home

Yep, as I rode away on the bike that didn't move, tears popped out of my eyes. Ah, what a beautiful song. I really loved the picture of his mom loving him and waiting for him, all the while writing letters. Her love for him is real and you can almost feel it when listening to the song.

It also made me think about all the wars going on in the world... some in Iraq, some between cultures, and some in our cities. People are killing each other for various reasons- some are good reasons, and some don't even have a reason. The picture that is painted here about the young man going off to war to fight in order to protect his family who is awaiting his return just really moved me. He is fighting for protection- this is a good cause. Unfortunately there is a lot of the opposite going on in the world around as well.

Life is short. What I don't like is when people cause war simply because a culture breeds it. It hurts people deeply and causes unnecessary hatred to multiply. I think I'd rather get along with others. Didn't our moms always teach us to play nice with others? What happened?