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  1. A Nation's Will
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Written by: MARK BRINE
Industry's grown quiet.. in more recent times, I findFactories 'n textile mills.. no longer pound 'n grindthe workhouses 'n warehouses.. the America of my youthhas disappeared, a mist.. with the once-believed-in truthsYes, streets were once so active.. there were trucks 'n lifts, thick trafficI 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 stillof the voices we believed in.. who were forging.. A Nation's Will
The hammering irons.. the forging steel.. the sparks that lit my dreamsso rarely flash to kindle.. what, now, is lost, it seemsthe men you see them drunk now.. on the shanty town's main streetbegging 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 pastA 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)