"This Point In Time"

There will come a day by God's grace,
That will see a change in our human race.
The echoes of battles fought brave and bold,
Scarred by the blood of lost lives untold.

Each spark of a flame on a winter's night,
Is one more starving soul whose lost the fight.
And yet we say we're proud to be,
A patron of this great country.

To blame it on me would be a crime,
I'm numbered by one at this point in time.
The crops stand tall and we eat to waste,
There's no time for sharing in our day of haste.

Mighty trees raise dust as they fall to the ground,
And as the haze clears, no more forests are found.
Tear-stained faces of children in pain,
Bring feelings of helplessness that remain.

And yet we say we're proud to be,
A patron of this great country.
To blame it on me would be a crime,
I'm numbered by one at this point in time.

Filled with a rage brought on by despair,
Where is the heart that's able to care.
A world that is lost and ravaged by greed,
Will have no new growth from its sterile seed.

All brothers and sisters, we're bound by one word,
And that's to have faith in our being heard.
And yet we say we're proud to be,
A patron of this great country.

Yes, blame it on me, its not a crime,
I stand to be counted at this point in time.

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