from Unreleased

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To hear the swallows roosting beneath me

To hear the moonlight trickling by

I come down to this bridge when I'm troubled

And oh I am troubled tonight



'Cause I was tucking my girl in at bedtime

And as I got up she grabbed on my arm

And she asked of those underground silos

And who are the people they'll harm



I told her



Chorus:

Some believe the final fight

Will be won with greatest might

Weapons aren't what make us strong

No I believe that they are wrong

So I raise my voice up high and clear

To let them know that I am here

For if we don't stand and fight

I believe that they'll be right



It is more of a shame than a hopelessness

That I feel on the bridge at this hour

We feed the shadow of fear with our silence

Now it's intoxicated with power



For regardless of whether the war hits

Ever releasing our skies

They are kiling our kinship of nations

And the hope in our own children's eyes



Chorus



And as I watch the big dipper pour blackness

Down over this field's fading light

My daughter reminds me that the morning sun

Can rise up through the darkest of night



And though our governments tell us they're different

My heart knows we're one and the same

In their Kansas the sun warms the wheatfield

Just like my beloved Ukraine



Chorus

Some believe... 



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