(Dedicated to my brothers, both by blood and by affection)
Across the land and the sea
You the brave, we the free
Fare thee well
Fare thee well, I pray
Here lie the remnants of a soldier
His body torn apart
By the shrapnel that destroyed his life
But couldn’t touch his heart
Here lies the wreckage of a woman
Broken against the shoals
Of a leader’s empty promises
And a war growing cold
So come home, brother; come home, son
The war is in her heart, the battle not yet won
Here lies the wreckage of a woman
Crying out for peace
Standing boldly at the battlefront
She’s crying out for peace
She raised her voice from murmur to roar
And raised a fighting fist
She cut and tied a yellow ribbon
Around her upraised fist
So come home, brother; come home, son
The war is in her heart, the battle not yet won
Here lies the wreckage of a woman
She’s crying out for peace
Will we make no answer to her pleas?
She is crying out for peace
Can you hear me?
Crying out for peace
I am crying out for peace
The war is in my heart
The battle not yet won
I’ve tied a yellow ribbon ‘round my fighting fist
And I’m crying out for peace
(April 2007)
