A civil war on North Church road, no wealth to gain,
no wealth bestowed.. For things possess and can not get,
to pass on by, but not forget.. Brother agin Brother, Father
agin Son.. No target hit, no battle won.. Know not the reason,
this be so.. No axe to grind, no row to hoe.. Son agin Father,
it's just the same, the only tie is but the name.. And what the
reason, right to rule.. Not learned in books, not learned in
school.. The past is gone, and present here.. No happy
smiles, but always tear.. A ledger writ, it will be read.. With all
that's done, with all that's said.. Just what is right, and what
is wrong.. Meet the test, and e'er be strong.. Turn the face,
the other cheek.. For to inherit, doth the meek.. Cannot be
weak, but always strong.. On top I'll be, again, e'er long... |
