Let Her Climb

Let Her Climb

When the fight gets old and grey

Still hours left of the day

Sit propped up on a gun

What happened to all the fun

Children laughing, run and play

While parents hide the truth away

Shined up shackled to a car

Fed by oily sick liar's tar

When the fight gets old and grey

A wrinkled face just fades away

A new eye opens then looks around

Finds history bleeding on the ground

Search out reasons for the storm

Was it worth the pain in being born

Cities' stench with landfill dreams

Of dollar signs and fearful screams

When the fight gets old and grey

The soldiers die and decay

Leaving lessons for the next to come

Bury them along with their guns

Hero rust, and rain, and cleansing wind

Guide the children back again

To mother's arms and papa's lap

Never believe again in lack

When the fight gets old and grey

Hang it on a cross today

Forget about trying to be right

And lift your sister to the light

She's always known more than you

So shut your mouth and listen too

She's heard the story so many times

Maybe once you'll let her climb

When the fight gets old and grey

~Four Eagles