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