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A chill brushes through me to the core of my bones
From the silence of the land where the seeds were once sown.
A proud man looks out over his lost domain
With a tear in his eyes clouding the charred remains.
His figure stands expressionless impressive and alone
Against his sacred land, this place he called home.
With a dignified sorrow his eyes reveal his soul
But the fire is burning out of control.
Who is this man that is making me think?
If you see him around, would you buy him a drink and
Tell him the story of how time’s out of sync
If he asks why our world looks anything but pink?
What kind of people leave a legacy of waste
The scars on a land on which time can’t erase.
If the land could speak what would it say
Would it speak through it’s people when they pray.
Or like ashes and dust will it just fade away.
Our grass is still green
Our sky is still blue
The proud man’s still crying
But what can I do.
(Words and music by Fill Clehn)