Soldier Son By - Mischell N. Sangma Leaving to slay the foe, Fight life’s battle high and low, Mother, can you hear me go, Please pray from me today. I spread my wings, I want to fly, Seize my victories where they lie, I am leaving mother, but please don’t cry, Just let me find my way. I want to see & touch and hear, There are dangers, there is fear, I'll smile my smiles and dry my tears, Please let me speak my say. A lamp is shining bright in the window, In the window, shining for me, And i know that my mothers praying, For the boy she is longing to see. I am off to find my world my dreams, Carve my niche, sew my seams, Remember as I sail my streams, I'll love you through life and death all the way, It's the lamp lighting time in the window, Then in dreams I go back to my home, I can see that old lamp in the window, It'll guide me where ever I go.