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To hear the roosting beneath me
To the moonlight trickling by
I come down to bridge when I'm troubled
And oh I am troubled

'Cause I was my girl in at bedtime
And as I got up she on my arm
And she asked of those underground
And who are the people they'll

I her

Some the final fight
Will be won with greatest
Weapons aren't what us strong
No I that they are wrong
So I raise my voice up high and
To let know that I am here
For if we don't stand and
I believe they'll be right

It is more of a than a hopelessness
I feel on the bridge at this hour
We feed the shadow of with our silence
Now it's intoxicated with

For regardless of the war hits
Ever our skies
are kiling our kinship of nations
And the hope in our own eyes

And as I watch the big pour blackness
Down over this fading light
My daughter reminds me the morning sun
Can rise up through the of night

And though our governments us they're different
My heart knows we're one and the
In Kansas the sun warms the wheatfield
Just like my beloved

believe...

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David Wilcox, all reserved