Young Street Music - Vagrant Shores (feat. Prescott Harter) Lyrics

We went off to fight that war
Ended up on vagrant shores
We were young and we were free
Off to save eternity

From that evil in the sand
But devils rose and angles fanned
We are now left to face
Our own demons that we chase

Is it the land of the free
Is it the home of the brave
When so many of us need to be saved

If it's a land that's ours
If it's a land that's yours
Why does it feel like we're still at war

We came home from that war
Ended up on vagrant floors
Looking for our place to be
Searching for opportunity

But we found it was not there
Grifters rose and leaders flared
We are now left to save
Lives of men that were so brave

Is it the land of the free
Is it the home of the brave
When so many of us need to be save

If it's a land that's ours
If it's a land that's yours
Why does it feel like we're still at war

From New York to L.A.
To the shores of east town bay
From the cradle to the grave
It's a debt that you made
We were strong, kept you free
You were damn sure proud to be
So keep the promise that you made
And take care of those who paid

Cause this land isn't free
It was paid for by the brave
It's a land now only we can, only we can save

It's a land that's ours
It's a land that's yours
So why don't we fix our own vagrant shores