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A Nation's Will

03:17
Mark Brine
2019
Mark Brine

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  • Written by: MARK BRINE

    Industry's grown quiet.. in more recent times, I find
    Factories 'n textile mills.. no longer pound 'n grind
    the workhouses 'n warehouses.. the America of my youth
    has disappeared, a mist.. with the once-believed-in truths
    Yes, streets were once so active.. there were trucks 'n lifts, thick traffic
    I pass in mid-day silence now.. awed by death laid-out, so graphic

    What has happened to us.. have we grown too big, too fast?
    have we shipped it overseas ? .. are we truly of the past?
    a vacant building, gutted-out.. with echoes ringing still
    of the voices we believed in.. who were forging.. A Nation's Will

    The hammering irons.. the forging steel.. the sparks that lit my dreams
    so rarely flash to kindle.. what, now, is lost, it seems
    the men you see them drunk now.. on the shanty town's main street
    begging worn-out ghosts.. with too much time upon their feet.... yes...

    What has happened to us?... have we given-in too fast?
    Have we drowned in apathy?.. are we truly of the past
    A vacant building, gutted-out.. with voices ringing still..
    of the voices that we trusted in.. who were writing.. A Nation's Will
    ©2008 Miss Rebecca Music (ASCAP)

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