Walking The Line
I am the last of the true believers,
But I know there are no longer leaders,
True men created from the hearts of men,
That have gone through hell and back again.
I am not the only sole survivor,
Who understands what it is we died for,
And it isn't money, fame, or power,
That compels me to stand strong this hour.
I'm one of many, who hold memories,
Of starving children and families,
That couldn't afford a loaf of bread,
The forgotten faces of times long dead.
And as we gather on these filthy shores,
Governed by, the self proclaimed whores,
Who sell this world to the highest bidder,
While they watch our countries decay and wither,
I realize that I'm not the only one,
Who's ashamed of what this world's become,
But I'm proud to walk the line again,
With my brothers and my countrymen.
Thanks,
blend
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