October 2013
When the wind is blowing
And I stand beneath the sky
Just breathing in the air
And wistfully I sigh.
How the world has treated us
And how we treated her
The irony is not lost
My vision starts to blur
Absolute, the power is
How far we will go
Many we have pushed back down
Onwards we will go.
Oh lord above, forgive us.
Do not smite us down.
For we are man, a fickle creature.
You created us so.
My my, how we have fallen.
And I stand beneath the sky
Just breathing in the air
And wistfully I sigh.
How the world has treated us
And how we treated her
The irony is not lost
My vision starts to blur
Absolute, the power is
How far we will go
Many we have pushed back down
Onwards we will go.
Oh lord above, forgive us.
Do not smite us down.
For we are man, a fickle creature.
You created us so.
My my, how we have fallen.
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