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Thanksgiving
Written and arranged by Graeme Swallow
Read it once again -- may this small one now rest in peace.
Untimely was this visit from the one who claims all souls.
I'm never there, but hear heartbreaking cries in black and white.
And in between the lines on each page that I turn blood flows.
Oh, can you hear their voices?
Oh, can you feel their pain?
I have touched the cold, hard strength of merciless machines.
I have felt the scorching heat that no life can withstand.
I have seen what comes of tables often left to bare.
I empathize the loneliness where there's no loving hand.
Oh, can you hear their voices?
Oh, can you feel their pain?
I look up to the sky and often wonder why.
What kind of God would let this happen?
But now I must be strong, shut out the things so wrong
And focus on the blessings that I have.
For the one who always stands by my side.
For the one who will carry on my name when I die.
For the bread on my table and the roof overhead.
I don't know who I'm thanking but I'm thankful anyway.
Sun goes down, sun comes up and for the briefest time
Utopia prevails. All is as it should ever be.
Would that I could live a life of blissful disregard.
Utopia gives way again. The suffering beckons me.
Oh, I can hear their voices.
Oh, I can feel their pain.
Somehow all this senseless tragedy is not enough.
Somehow evil grows each generation that goes by.
Once a hand was meant to heal. It's now a hand that kills;
Justified by lexicon, the truth now sanitized!
Oh, I can hear their voices.
Oh, I can feel their pain.
And some in whom they trust cannot suppress their lust
Their innocence an unseen victim.
I hate this world so much! When will it be enough?
Why must their tribulation linger on?
"What you've done to one of these you have also done to me."
Is this love a paradox or have we been deceived?
If a judgment's e'er to come may stars crash to the sea tonight!
STARS COME DOWN!
I look up to the sky and often wonder why.
What kind of God would let this happen?
But now I must be strong, shut out the things so wrong
And focus on the blessings that I have.
For the one who always stands by my side.
For the one who will carry on my name when I die.
For the bread on my table and the roof overhead.
I don't know who I'm thanking but I'm thankful anyway.
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