Fourth Day Of July Letra

"Fourth Day Of July"By Tom RappAnd it came to pass on the first day of JulyThe last man home from Vietnam was going to arriveThe ship came in so silently, its bow a ghostly whiteAnd when they looked upon the decks, there was not a man insideThen the sea began to roll and from the ship a moaningA line of broken children, all from the ship a-comingThe light of death was in their eyesThe broken children of VietnamOn the first day of JulyLike a war beyond control, to Washington at dawnA line of ghostly children upon the White House lawnGrown men did turn away, not to see it anymoreTo see the burning child running to the White House doorNo one found a place to hideThe burning children of VietnamOn the second of JulyAll across America a line ten miles longThe dead children all coming homeFrom the land of VietnamTo men who got too far awayFrom what was done in their nameSomeday must all have to payWho never saw a child dieThe dead children all coming homeFour days in JulyOn every door and window across this sad gray landA mark that would never go away of a thousand thousand handsA voice like voices in a dreamA voice like somebody else's screamOr not somebody else's screamA voice within a fireThe burning children of VietnamOn the third day of JulyThen they came upon the sea, it did open up before themA line of children all with wounds, upon the ocean walkingThen the sky began to rainAnd beat the land with tears of rageAnd every year upon that day if a hundred years go byIt rains upon AmericaOn the fourth day of July