Before the sparrows came,
this land was green and bountiful
song and love filled the morning air
and peace was not far away.
Before the sparrows came,
these people where one
in a marvelous dance
of freedom and joy.
Before the sparrows came,
all children and adults
were treated as one
no segregation of mankind.
Then the sparrows came,
and nothing grew the same
song and love where something strange
and peace was hard to find.
Then the sparrows stayed,
everyone was changed
no joy was in the air
not even from oneself.
And still the sparrows stay,
all children cry with fear
of what the sparrows have done
and nothing stays the same.
Sep 9, 2012
Sep 9, 2012 at 1:42 PM UTC
Before the sparrows came,
this land was green and bountiful
song and love filled the morning air
and peace was not far away.
Before the sparrows came,
these people where one
in a marvelous dance
of freedom and joy.
Before the sparrows came,
all children and adults
were treated as one
no segregation of mankind.
Then the sparrows came,
and nothing grew the same
song and love where something strange
and peace was hard to find.
Then the sparrows stayed,
everyone was changed
no joy was in the air
not even from oneself.
And still the sparrows stay,
all children cry with fear
of what the sparrows have done
and nothing stays the same.
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