The Unborn Race

Where do we go when
daylight seems to fade 
surrendering between what we've                                                                                                                         made

Where do we take a breath when
all seems to raid
Surrendering to what we've 
paid

Caught on the frontier 
Hearts beating wild
Children saving life
Thy mother to your child

With the greed of unborn life
nested in puissant womb of
capitalism,  communism and democracy

With the slavery of scorn
dished out by the empty talents of
tribes, republicans and 
royalty

We are simply reconciled
We are simply 
reconciled

Where do we find the beginning? 
When all seems to jade
Surrendering through
the cracks of what we've slayed

Where do we stop to notice?
The pain the laughter 
Surrendering 
before we've beaten disaster

Caught on the frontier 
Hearts beating wild
Children saving life
Thy mother to your child

And so life dissapears
Leaving treasures in
the residue of hope 
The unborn race

We are simply reconciled
We are simply 
reconciled

The End

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