We call it the past It’s a strange thing we call the past We all say we would have done it Given all that was asked But it’s never easy-the road isn’t soft So gvive it up Revolutions dropped It took blood violence and prison It took hope in the face of derision It took character and moral stance Once more it took God to do it To put Manifest Destiny in hand It’s a strange thing our history is Good and evil in a battle of wit John Calhoun and Robert Marse Lincoln, Washington Patton and like
Revolution - a thumb in the dike Calling them fanatic, patriot, or prick The flag the Bible and freedom is rich Freedom of states and freedom of man Moral restraint writing in sand Like it or not God ruled this land Casket The streets are lined A starlit host Honored not in life Now laughs his ghost The casket The shell of the past His achievements More than dust last Like Elvis in velvet The casket Some say an icon Like many have passed Others fixated on stories Gory seems to attract The casket Gloved hands now rest Seeming in repose Any chances like curtains Have fallen closed On the casket |