I have faith in these desolate times

A roar down the road of a rumbling war

I have faith in these desolate times

A chill from the eyes of a man of political skill

I have faith but for how much longer?



It seems to me, bitter trees, full of fleas

Summarily hold the branches

People we, falling leaves, watching thieves

Stealing keys, to our ranches



I have faith in these desolate times

A score to the sound of the feet of a journeyman's tour

I have faith in these desolate times

A feel and a hope and belief that man's peace will be still

I have faith but for how much longer?



The village green, people seen, full of beans

Imagining the course of action

And in between, shopping scenes, plasticine

Suburban dreams, an empty faction



I have faith in these desolate times

Show fear, and the smoke of a gun trigger pulling finger pressure comes near



I have faith in these desolate times

Before long, the lamb and the lion may lie with the lass in the grass at dawn



I have faith but for how much longer?




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