Lyrics

THE WINDS OF EVERY WAR (JUST A SONG)

The winds of every war
Are blowing past my door,
Carrying the sad cries
Of those brave souls who died
Pursuing liberty.
They died to keep us free.

The winds of every war
Are blowing past my door.

I hear mothers weeping,
Wailing without sleeping,
All the while keeping
Children covered in prayers.

I hear a young son’s shout.
Fighting his final bout;
No shadow of a doubt,
He knows his mother cares.

We may be right, may be wrong,
We may be weak, may be strong;
It’s just a song, just a song,
It’s just a song, just a song
We all must sing along.

I hear a young wife’s moan,
Sitting so all alone,
Next to that silent phone
She knows will never ring.

A husband’s on the ground
Making a gurgling sound;
Takes his last look around,
Knows what his next breath brings.

We may be right, may be wrong,
We may be weak, may be strong;
It’s just a song, just a song,
It’s just a song, just a song
We all must sing along.

Copyright © 2006 Lex Zaleta