Song 4

Nobody looked back
nobody sang.
They moved on like
they forgot their elan.
But I had not;
I still can’t.

They looked as though
they paid for a wrath.
Glitters gone and
left hopes back.
But I had not;
I still can’t.

Where’s manna from the sky?
Or would you live before you die?
This land will be now mine
I’ll keep it shining. I’ll be that kind.

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