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Friday, September 09, 2011 12:47
The days are dark, the nights are light
Life is out of balance for he who sees and hears.
Even the moon knows things aren’t right
Laughter is replaced with tears.
Life is out of balance for he who sees and hears.
Even the moon knows things aren’t right
Laughter is replaced with tears.
The ship is listing and will surely go under
If the Captain takes no action.
If left alone it will drift asunder
And with it shall go human faction.
If the Captain takes no action.
If left alone it will drift asunder
And with it shall go human faction.
Afar on the horizon looms a tiny image
A beacon to which our ship could steer.
If only our Captain is of the proper lineage
The balance of life would again be here.
A beacon to which our ship could steer.
If only our Captain is of the proper lineage
The balance of life would again be here.
Oh Captain, set the sails and take charge at the helm
Bring the ship around into the wind.
Tack the ship’s course toward the horizon’s realm
The strength of back and sweat of labor we will lend.
Bring the ship around into the wind.
Tack the ship’s course toward the horizon’s realm
The strength of back and sweat of labor we will lend.
Is it not for every person’s gain
That we reach across the aisle to a friend?
To ensure our journey will end in safe refrain
An old chant begs that history not repeat again.
That we reach across the aisle to a friend?
To ensure our journey will end in safe refrain
An old chant begs that history not repeat again.