Some Strange Notion

Well the work of working people

Seldom fruits in their own time

So they labor for their children

With stardust in their eyes

Knowing all too well that through their days

They will never see a time

When the hands that keep them bent and kneeled

Fall prey to their own lies

But now some strange notion

Has taken ahold of us

It’s the common nation of sorrow

Hear the boots march through the dust

When so much pain is intertwined

There are none who can tear it down

You cannot bury those already

Resting beneath the ground

And the tears well up within us

For the universal truth

That our mothers loved us fiercely

Though they knew not what to do

And with their love, we’ll look around

We will try to recognize

What it takes to build foundations

That will stand the test of time

Well time goes marching on

Yea the ghost of the living past

But the dead will finally sleep so sweet

When the people rise at last