text: BORDER GUARD
  Bless on the border guard so cold and alone
  Bless on the child so far from his home
  Pity the border guard who feels like a woman to cry
  Pity the border guard whose life guards the line
  A light is a funny thing
  A border sometime
  A light is a hurting thing
  Use only to divine
  I pity the refugee whose home lies behind
  I pity the border guard and his border line
  He keeps his machine gun nose pointed to the sky
  The night time is his master
  And you know the dawn light brings his captor
  And I pity the border guard as he walks, well as he walks his own
  The echo of his foot steps is all a friend would know
  A home is a funny thing
  You get tied to the earth
  Like a love is a crazy thing
  In the eye of a child
  I Pity the border guard whose soul taken captive at birth
  May the sweet brace of his grief and show him how to be so wild
  Yes a light is a funny thing
  A border sometimes
  A light is a hurting thing
  Used only to divine
  He who made the open plains and the world one and all
  Could not have conceived with a barbed wire brain
  For the building of the wall and at night I keep my fire bright
  So that I may be safe when I sleep
  Till I wake on that wonderful morning with no more light well ooh