song 9/2/08, respectively

barbed wire battlefield

his new name came in a box
of gold paper stars
he had to wear it always
hiding his hidden scars
then his blood was hunted
and he learned to feel fear
he had nowhere to hide
from their harsh racial sneer

hundreds of boots
lined up by the train
too much variety
but one little stain
the boots want him gone
and all of him to his name
a box of paper stars
and an idea marked blame.

[chorus]
this boy went to hell
and he saw it everyday
how gas burned the ground
and people molded like clay
and he discovered his spirit
was silenced by fate
and this barbed wire battle went on
he would wait

the boots fence his freedom
spit their hate in his eye
starve him of kindness
and leave him to die
every step taken
feel clouds close in fast
boyish spirit broken
but determined to last

old mother and father
weep soft tears like rain
free of barbed wire
but what's left to gain?
when there's ink in your arm
and clothes cling to bones
but a son's broken body
never did
get back home.

chords:Am, E, C, F, CB, Amaj, GC, Am7, A7