The blog I wrote yesterday got me reflecting on the impact of things happening far away, and close by. And how one can quickly become the other. Anyway, I wrote a song, the lyric for which is below.

Right In Front Of My Face

When your brother 
In far off places
Is losing races
He never entered for

You want him to win
That bloody war
But you can’t fight for
You can’t fight for him

And your sister
You can see her face
In that other place
But you can’t speak to her

She’s crying now
That bloody war
But you can’t fight for
You can’t fight for her

There’s your mother
In another world
It’s another world
She’s heading for

She holds a child
That bloody war
But you can’t fight for
You can’t fight for her

Oh your father 
In a far off land
Can he understand
What the fight is for?

He’s got a gun
That bloody war
But you can’t fight for
You can’t fight for him

Here today I walked on by
A stranger  in my home town
He was sitting there out of view
Right in front of my face

Right in front of my face
Out of view
Right in front of my face
Out of view
Right in front of my face
Out of view
Right in front of my face
Out of view
Right in front of my face