Where will we draw the Line
and what color shall it be
will it be crimson red
Blood Spilled from the sea
or green like a tree
that is healty to the core
will it be brown like leaves
falling on a september morn
White like the face
of a mothers dead boy
or blue as the sky
on that new passer by
will it be black like the faces
of the coal miners bold and strong
or gray like a picture
taken before a winter storm
Where shall we draw the line
and what color will it be
I know it will be red
like blood, rushing from the sea