There's a wall in Washington
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and it's made of cold black granite
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They say 60,000 names are etched there in it
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in that wall in Washington
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A father, he traveled from far away
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to walk the path 'til he finds that name
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He reaches his hand up and traces each letter
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The tears they fall as his memories gather
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for the boy who filled his heart with pride
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is now but a name that's been etched
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in the side of this wall in Washington
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A mother she traveled from far away
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to walk the path 'til she finds that name
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She reaches her hand up and traces each letter
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The tears they fall as her memories gather
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She feels the baby at her breast
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but her heart it breaks because all that is left
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is this wall in Washington
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A boy, he traveled from far away
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to walk the path 'til he finds that name
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He reaches his hand up and traces each letter
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He stares at the name of his unknown father
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His heart is young and it's filled with pain
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in anger he cries out
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"Who is to blame for this wall in Washington
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that's made of cold black granite?
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Why is my father's name etched here in it
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in this wall in Washington?"
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There's a Wall in Washington
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| Iris Dement |
