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They won the revolution.
To what end I can´t be sure...
Gone are the days of the symphony.
The cry rang out years ago;
A declaration of independence,
Very different from the first.
Is this really liberty?
When each man stands alone?
Where once there was love and unity,
Now each one looks out for his own?
And in each and every community
Each one beats his own drum,
And strikes the rhythm he pleases
Until all that´s really heard
Is racket upon Racket,
And discord upon Discord.
Let´s stop and think a second.
Let´s look at what we´ve done.
Was this really the end we hoped for?
Is there anyone that cares?
Is harmony really so old fashioned?
Or does it just seem that way?
It´s not to late to make a change,
Although it could be hard.
We´ll have to trade in those old drums
For instruments of other kinds.
Then listening to those around us
We´ll stike a melody.
Deanne Horst
on Apr 11, 2008
The Backdoor was open,
It wasn’t me;
Don’t point your finger
And don’t make a scene.
It was opened a long time ago;
Much before you, and much before me.
Nobody closed it,
They didn’t know;
It was supposed to bring progress
But it only brought war.
They said it was wisdom,
But now I’m not sure...
Isn’t there anyone?
Is anybody there?
Someone who sees?
Someone who understands?
Who’ll approach this Backdoor?
Who’ll take back control?
But wait, just wait a minute...
There is someone there!
And look what He’s done;
He’s shut out the pain, the noise, the hurt.
Now He’s calling to you,
Like he called to me,
He’ll give you new life if you can believe...
Trade in your baggage while there’s still time;
He’ll turn your rocks into pearls
And your vinagre into wine.
All it takes is a small cry of Faith.
Quick, don’t waste any time...
This is your chance;
Run to Him now,
With your arms open wide.
You’ve nothing to lose
And nothing to hide.
The days are counted,
And short is the time;
Don’t wait till He leaves...
When they break down the door,
There’ll be no more peace,
And there’ll be no more joy.
Listen carefully to His voice.
Listen TODAY.
Make no mistake;
To live happily ever after
There’s a decision to make!
Deanne Horst
on Apr 11, 2008
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