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Friday, February 11, 2011

Nothing We Haven't Seen Before © Jim Scott 1995



Nothing we haven't seen before,

From covert conflict to open wars.

Area prone to domination,

Little hope for repatriation,

So much pain and so many tears

So the lessons can fall on deaf ears.

At what cost the war is won
It's all over

But the revision's just begun.

Everything looks different 
but you're just the same,

Still looking for someone else to blame.

Whispered words of what is fair

Drown in the silence of despair.

All wisdom and advice falls short of help

A mirror's no use 'til you can recognize yourself.

You were tryin' to find that flag of truce

even as the bridges burned.

It's all over

But the second thoughts await their turn.

Without closure, the curtain's drawn.

The wounded search for meaning,

the proud move on

Dreams were dashed and trust was broken

Faith so bound in words unspoken.

Do you pick the rubble 
for what might have been?

No one in their right mind would want to 

feel that way again.

The clock waits to extract its toll

the credits fade

and the regrets start to roll.

So frustration found release

Did anyone remember to speak for peace?

Was it for law and order,

that rights were wronged?

In the name of justice the war prolonged.

Yet through it all some greater love was grown,

And weren't there moments beyond 

anything you've known?

So pack up your guilts and fears,

It's all over

But the memories start here.




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