Few of the sins of the father are visited upon the son Hearts have been hard our hands have been clenched in a fist too long Our sons will never be soldiers our daughters will never need guns These are the years between These are the years that were hard fought and won Contracts torn at the edges old signatures stained with tears Seasons of war and grace these should not be forgotten years Still it aches like tetanus it reeks of politics How many dreams remain? This is a feeling too strong to contain
The hardest years the darkest years the roarin' years the fallen years These should not be forgotten years
The hardest years the wildest years the desperate and divided years We will remember these should not be forgotten years
Our shoreline was never invaded our country was never in flames This is the calm we breathe this is a feeling too strong to contain Still it aches like tetanus it reeks of politics Signatures stained with tears who can remember We've got to remember
The hardest years the darkest years.. Forsaking aching breaking years the time and tested heartbreak years These should not be forgotten years The blinded years the binded years the desperate and divided years These should not be forgotten years remember
Who writes a song about a name they found in a phone book? That's just one of the everyday things these guys find to sing about. Anything in their field of vision or general scope of knowledge is fair game. If you cross paths with them, so are you.
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