A Nation is Born
We came to this land to flee from persecution. The right to
live was our only dream.
Our visions of a new world were filled with disillusion. We
split against ourselves right at the seams.
The war ahead was promised as a grand conclusion. What
resulted was a nation filled with cries and screams.
Mothers crying, families torn. This is how our nation was
born.
Amber waves of grain, farmsteads built with sweat and pain.
Our fathers claimed this land, which was taken from the
native’s hands.
Blood and tears the valleys filled, this is how their nation
was killed.
Mothers crying, families torn. This is how our nation was
born.
Iron horses race the wind. Blood and death carve their
tracks.
From east to west and end to end, the nation grows but still
has many cracks.
Many things a nation must mend, the rights of freedom from
whites to blacks.
Mothers crying, families torn. This is how our nation was
born.
A world at war and a nation in fear. Everyone knows the end
is near.
One man rose above and brought devastation to the world
instead of love.
As a nation we fought hard and long, and throughout history
never has a nation been so strong.
Mothers crying, families torn. This is how our nation was
born.
The value of money is in decline. The politicians all say
just give it time.
We work and work to stay afloat, while gradually sinking in
societies boat.
The Mayan’s say the end is near. The future of our nation is
far from clear.
A Nation is Torn
We came to this land to flee from persecution. The right to
live was our only dream.
Our visions of a new world were filled with disillusion. We
split against ourselves right at the seams.
The war ahead was promised as a grand conclusion. What
resulted was a nation filled with cries and screams.
Mothers crying, families torn. This is how our nation was
born.
Amber waves of grain, farmsteads built with sweat and pain.
Our fathers claimed this land, which was taken from the
native’s hands.
Blood and tears the valleys filled, this is how their nation
was killed.
Mothers crying, families torn. This is how our nation was
born.
Iron horses race the wind. Blood and death carve their
tracks.
From east to west and end to end, the nation grows but still
has many cracks.
Many things a nation must mend, the rights of freedom from
whites to blacks.
Mothers crying, families torn. This is how our nation was
born.
A world at war and a nation in fear. Everyone knows the end
is near.
One man rose above and brought devastation to the world
instead of love.
As a nation we fought hard and long, and throughout history
never has a nation been so strong.
Mothers crying, families torn. This is how our nation was
born.
The value of money is in decline. The politicians all say
just give it time.
We work and work to stay afloat, while gradually sinking in
societies boat.
The Mayan’s say the end is near. The future of our nation is
far from clear.
A Nation is Torn