Few singers can speak to the human condition better than Joan Baez.
I look at what's happening around the world right now, especially in Syria, and I can imagine Joan's beautiful voice telling these people's story today.
The following song is as valid now as when she wrote it in 1973.
By Joan Baez
"It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
But dawn bleeds with people here and morning skies are red
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead
An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble
A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble
A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air
The single son she had last night is buried under her
They say that the war is done
Where are you now, my son?"
Time for me to walk on down the road...
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