We wish we could change it all
And we all want to fight the war
But vict'ry all in all is small
And drifting towards the vitriol
And napalm trees where black seeds roam
But I, for one, am unappalled
Because I know that change is hard
And vict'ry won is often small
Daytime twindles down till all
The streams of light in sky are gone---
I know I can make the fall
If everyone where in the haul
The message near is fleeting fast;
I don't want to be stuck in the past
