On Sacred Ground

I've written this song about a soldier who's stationed near a border in Iraq. His dad served in Vietnam.

I see you're standing On Sacred Ground
And it's right where your father stood.
A field of rice or a field of sand,
He'd be there with you if he could.

There's the truth, and there's injustice
and then there's this
  American way.
They say in time it will get better,
But that the time
  is not today.
 
I'm asking when can this be over.
Who takes a life
  and calls it whole?
A circle drawn complete, half empty,
As every pawn
  must play its role.
As every night 
  we hold our ground
And watch the darkness change to day.
A line is drawn where no one crosses.
No one can bear
  to show the way.

I see you're standing On Sacred Ground
And it's right where your father stood.
A field of rice or a field of sand,
He'd be here with you if he could.

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Copyright 2006 by Bob Lee, Cloverdale, California

The demo recording was done in GarageBand on a Mac laptop, with parts from Band-in-a-Box. I sang it myself just to communicate the melody. Any good singer who wants to record it should contact me.

>> Edited Jan 23 to update the lyrics. The recording is out of sync now, but tweaking a few words helped get the meaning across.