Mason D. Hoyt - Half a Home Lyrics

There's a place we used to call a home
Where our fathers' fathers used to roam
But soon enough, they changed that place's name
And now that land will never be the same

While we drink our wine and sing our songs
Their relentless torment rages on
And if you gaze up at the sky today
You'll note the sun's a frightening shade of gray

So keep your voices down and low
And never let your comrades know
That you don't support the methods or the means
Although everything just isn't what it seems