I dust off these memories just once in a while,
I take them out and waltz them around.
Sometimes I laugh, sometimes I cry,
And I see the things I lost, the things I found.
I try not to live in the past
But these days it's hard not to.
I roam and I wonder just how this war will be won,
This boat is carrying on water
There's trouble on the border
While we watch the whole thing burn.
The way things were before the hammer fell
Was not govern by either Heaven or Hell
Man is a fool and thinks his will should be done.
If he keeps it up, it's over before it's begun.
Where's the love we are craving?
Why is there only maniacs raving
On our televisions every night?
They talk how the other side needs to be beat
But all they show is the outline of a white sheet.
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