The Painted Fence

[Verse 1]
Two hundred feet, a stretch of wood,
Colors shouting where silence stood.
Brushstrokes of eagles, flags, and names,
Each one a story, each one a flame.
[Prechorus]
The sun hits the paint, makes it glow,
A tribute to those we'll never know.
[Chorus]
The painted fence stands proud and tall,
A voice for the voiceless, a call to us all.
For the twenty-two who fade each day,
We honor them in this quiet way.
[Verse 2]
A soldier's boots, a folded flag,
Memories stitched in every tag.
One man's brush gave life to grief,
Turning heartbreak into belief.
[Prechorus]
Every stroke whispers their name,
Every color speaks their pain.
[Chorus]
The painted fence stands proud and tall,
A voice for the voiceless, a call to us all.
For the twenty-two who fade each day,
We honor them in this quiet way.

accompanied by subtle strings to heighten the emotional impact., modern; acoustic guitar with a gentle fingerpicking intro, country, emotional, and a tender male vocal delivery that grows stronger in the chorus, light piano chords for texture