It was two weeks after the day she turned eighteen. 
All dressed in white, 
Going to the church that night. 
She had his box of letters in the passenger seat. 
Sixpence in a shoe, something borrowed, something blue. 
And when the church doors opened up wide, 
She put her veil down, 
Trying to hide the tears. 
Oh,she just couldn't believe it. 
She heard the [bad word] from the military band, 
And the flowers that I never had. 

Baby why'd you leave me? 
Why'd you have to go? 
I was counting on forever,now I'll never know. 
I can't even breathe. 
It's like I'm looking from a distance, 
Standing in the background, 
Everybody's saying, he's [bad word] home now. 
This can't be happening to me. 
This is just a dream. 

The preacher man said "Let us bow our heads and pray. 
Lord, please, lift his soul, and heal this hurt." 
Then the congregation all stood up 
And sang the saddest song that she ever heard. 
Then they handed her a folded up flag, 
And she held on to all she had left of him. 
Oh,and what could have been? 
And then the guards rang one last shot, 
And it felt like a bullet in her heart.