Darby Terence Trent As Yet Untitled Lyrics

As Yet Untitled Lyrics

Out by a shanty where the dust hangs high
Far from a river where things grow
green
The flowers weep and they lean away
From the blood stained soil
beneath my feet.
The thorns outnumber the petals on the rose
And the
darkness amplifies the sound of printers' ink
On propaganda page
That
will rule your life and fuel my rage.
I tried to bend my knees
But my
knees were already bent
I haven't stood like a man for such a long time
now
I called on my god but he was sleeping on that day
I guess I'll have
to depend on me.
Shall I tell my children if they ask of me
Did I
surrender forth my right to be?
Y'see my daddy died to leave this haunting
ground
And this same ground still haunts me.
The cool September blows the
seeds away
The harvest blown again this year
But I'll return a stronger
man
I'll return to me my homeland
No grave shall hold my body
down
This land is still my home.