Quiet laughter, loud refrain,
Broken smiles, complete disdain,
Empty souls and growing debt,
Abundant pain, beguiled threat,
Broken promises, elected czar.
The world once known, lost afar,
What little left being crushed to dust,
Like the pages of an ancient text,
John Goodfellow left with no one to trust,
Constant fear of what comes next.
Common folks like you and me,
Must come together, two by three.
Standing up for what is right,
Don't go down without a fight.
All of us, hand in hand,
Could save that for which we stand.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
Quiet laughter, loud refrain,
Broken smiles, complete disdain,
Empty souls and growing debt,
Abundant pain, beguiled threat,
Broken promises, elected czar.
The world once known, lost afar,
What little left being crushed to dust,
Like the pages of an ancient text,
John Goodfellow left with no one to trust,
Constant fear of what comes next.
Common folks like you and me,
Must come together, two by three.
Standing up for what is right,
Don't go down without a fight.
All of us, hand in hand,
Could save that for which we stand.
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