Lesser Known Saint

03. Last Hill In A Vista

From the album The Lines of History

Lyrics

Come, let us tell the weeds in ditches
How we are poor, who once had wealth,
And losing ground in the battle for our health

Let the dust settle, enveloping all that will be
As we sleep
In our hand, calloused from waving the flag we guarded
Witlessly

These silent days we long to be spared the burden of wear


Notes

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