Lyrics A Daughter's Drawing - Thom Artway

You're the image of the man i knew
You're as pretty as a picture, and as true
The telegram, so neatly folded
Like the flag and uniform that you drew

I think of you every morning
But you will never come back home
And in my daughter's drawing
Her hero holds onto hope

You're pale and golden, like desert light
Bellow a cotton-candy sky
A river runs a vivid poppyred
The truth would drain the blue out of your eyes

I think of you every morning
But you will never come back home
And in my daughter's drawing
Her hero holds onto hope

I think of you every morning
But you will never come back home
And in my daughter's drawing
Her hero holds onto hope

Her hero holds onto hope