The Fence

This is the wall I built to stand for the ones who can't hold steady hands
The fight ain't over, it just moved inside where the shadows live and the demons hide
This is the wall this is the fight the battle of a veteran's night
Two hundred feet of broken stories a fence painted with battles untold war at home where the nights get cold
A soldier's eyes too tired to close
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
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
One woman's brush gave life to grief
Turning heartbreak into belief
Every stroke whispers their name
Every color speaks their pain
This is the wall I built to stand,
For the ones who can't hold steady hands
The fight ain't over, it just moved inside
Where the shadows live and the demons hide
This is the wall, this is the fight,
The battle of a veteran's night

Male vocalist, Modern country, emotional