NP Yarrow & Kerry

[Otto]

America Come Home

We dreamed of peace, we'd seen the price of war's 
obscene destruction
The broken souls, and spirits scarred beyond 
all recognition
As the lie was told, their fiction spun, with nary
rhyme nor reason
The emperor has no clothes, we cried.
And they, of course, cried, Treason! . . . .
So now the dream again awaits our courage and 
our heart
And you, our friend, we look to you to play the
hero's part
It's not as if you're unprepared, you know
what must be done
Gather all our strength, dear John, and together 
we'll reach for the sun

--Peter Yarrow, "America Come Home," written for John Kerry
http://zeus.zeit.de/2004/30/AmericaComeHome.mp3

http://www.zeit.de/2004/30/Kerry_neu
(article in German)