All our lives we lose our guides
So we grow our crops on some other side
And those that raised our land for us now
Are the same who raise the gates to keep us out
All my life I’ve tried, to keep my eyes on the prize, what’s the prize?
But all the while, I find myself blind to what’s at hand, what’s at hand?
All our forefathers have in time worn feathers in their hair
And been rooted out of theirs
It’s our very mouths in our ancient droughts
Let our tears harvest our hеarts
Hey we’re holding on to that plow, But hеy, don’t know where we’re going now
Hey we’re holding on to nothing new, and hey, we’ve been lost together way too long now
All my life I’ve tried, to keep my eyes on the prize, a loop’s still a line
But all the while, I find myself blind to your hands, I’m yours, you’re mine
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