Intro: The American flag is tied to a fence on an overpass With a homemade sign written in red, white and blue And it reads "Welcome home, Jason Miller, Private First Class" And I don't even know him but I'm grateful for any good news What's become of my country torn by contradiction The spirit of freedom propped up by a culture of fear Where's it's unpatriotic to protest or even to question Have we learned nothing from history or the last couple years CHORUS: And the rain pours down On the fallow ground And the fruited plain as barren as the sand Is it not within our will How long must we wait until The seeds of peace find purchase in this land He stood on the deck and he said we'd accomplished our mission And he twisted the facts 'til he knew it could pass for the truth Vengeance can fill any fool with conviction But he can't wash the blood of the fallen from his cowboy boots CHORUS I will not be shamed into silence by partisan thunder And I won't fall in line and march to the drums on the wind How many more daughters and sons will we see plowed under How much longer must we wait 'til the harvest comes in 'Til the sun shines down On this hallowed ground And the fruited plain so bountiful and grand Is it not within our will How long must we wait until The seeds of peace find purchase in this land Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com