Songs no longer leap from the strings,
sand and storm, and dead wood all that listens,
men took what they wanted, arrows and slings,
tore the one time beauty, nothing glistens.
Took the spirit from the tree she loved so
from the field where once the heather bloomed
wars stacked one on others, dealt the death blow
beauty, once so bountiful consumed.
Now, the strings are sad and fingers achin',
memories and ghosts all that remain,
hope's no longer flutterin' all's forsaken,
all the legacy men left was pain.
men took what they wanted, arrows and slings,
tore the one time beauty, nothing glistens.
Took the spirit from the tree she loved so
from the field where once the heather bloomed
wars stacked one on others, dealt the death blow
beauty, once so bountiful consumed.
Now, the strings are sad and fingers achin',
memories and ghosts all that remain,
hope's no longer flutterin' all's forsaken,
all the legacy men left was pain.
where once there was such purity, decay
all that once was beauty, stolen away









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