the
people’s house is made of stone
a symbol
of democracy
but now
the seeds of hate are sown
the
people’s house is made of stone
in
places where these seeds have grown
we view
total hypocrisy
the
people’s house is made of stone
a symbol
of democracy
On this
early November morn
I walk
along the sandy shore
my senses
seem to be reborn
On this
early November morn
upon a
path extremely worn
where
many folks have walked before
On this
early November morn
I walk along the sandy shore
night
after night I sleep alone
it
wasn’t always that way though
but
through the years the gaps have grown
night
after night I sleep alone
time
after time it has been shown
the
brightest embers lose their glow
night
after night I sleep alone
it wasn’t always that way though
