A Certain Shade Of Blue

All I see is blue,
Not a drop of red in the sky.
But hundreds of millions are still asking why.

All they've been blessed with is blue,
And it comes from the red,
Of the brothers and sisters in arms, now dead.

Now eight years removed,
I'm still hazy to find,
A silver to line it, a diamond to shine.

Gather thoughts for the troops,
And those innocent lives.
Who, eight years ago,
Needlessly died.

But shed one more tear, babe,
Just a single tear more,
For the idea of America,
That was slammed in the door.

We look to the blue,
Like an eye to the sun
The color's night bright,
But it blinds everyone

And instead, its the red,
Of the flag that they see.
But we all saw it coming,
No bullets come free.

So we're white with fright,
And cast in dark light,
And told now we're hated,
Instead of hailed.

It seems Peace and Love,
Never had chance to Prevail.