Shadowland

	Behind a nation's blind salute
	Behind "my country `tis of thee"
	Behind the pain that won't compute
	Erase the memory of
	Shadowland.
	An open wound that never heals
	A bone that never seems to set
	A mind that thinks but never feels
	The face we've never met from
	Shadowland.
	They tell us time and time again
	They only want a few good men
	They lead us through the lion's den
	To Shadowland.
	The world would just as soon forget
	And watch the wreckage drift ashore
	Ten years reduced to one regret
	The baggage of war from
	Shadowland.
	Don't ask us how our names were lost
	Our nation did a sleight of hand
	We never saw the line we crossed
	That took us into
	Shadowland.
	They tell us time and time again
	They only want a few good men
	They lead us through the lion's den
	To Shadowland.
	The son will reap what fathers sow
	But mothers have to hear the sound
	Of the last breath of the boy next door
	Whose life has ended
	Shadowland,
	Shadowland,
	Shadowland.