On Sacred Ground

Words and Music by Bobby Lee

I see you're standing On Sacred Ground
And it's right where your father stood.
A field of rice or a field of sand,
He'd be there with you if he could.

There's the truth, and there's injustice
and then there's this American way.
They say in time it will get better,
But that the time is not today.

I'm asking when can this be over.
Who takes a life and calls it whole?
A circle drawn complete, half empty,
As every pawn must play its role.

As each black night we hold our ground
And watch the darkness change to day.
A line is drawn where no one crosses.
No one can bear to show the way.

I see you're standing On Sacred Ground
And it's right where your father stood.
A field of rice or a field of sand,
He'd be here with you if he could.