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Out by a shanty where the dust high
Far from a river where things grow
The flowers weep and they lean
the blood stained soil beneath my feet

The thorns the petals on the rose
And the darkness amplifies the
Of ink on propaganda page
That will your life and fuel my rage

I to bend my knees but my knees were already bent
I haven't stood like a man for such a long now
I called on my God but He was on that day
I guess I'll just have to on me, oh

Shall I my children if they ask of me
Did I forth my right to be?
Y'see, my died to leave this haunting ground
And this same still haunts me

The cool September blows the seeds
The harvest blown this year but I'll return a stronger man
I'll to me my homeland
"No grave shall my body down
This land is my home", I said

But return a stronger man
I'll to me my homeland
No grave shall hold my down
This land is still my home, land is still my home

(Meanwhile, on the other of the world)