10-18-2016, 04:45 AM
The Irish Famine
Looking out from her shores across the sea
the wind of change brings the smell of greed
and this is what she feared.
When the famine curse lay upon her land
It was her people's spirits that carried them along
while their bodies withered like autumn leaves
many souls looked on as their flesh decay
oh she cries in silence as she feel their pain
this land her body lies in a dreadful state
Oh curse you she cries who are born out of greed
You seek my beauty my freedom my chosen people
Then you rape them of mind body and land
In a hell created by your evil minds
But destroy my spirit oh no, I shall be free.
Freedom is hers but not stated in war
But in her hills her mountains her valleys her streams
Her rivers that run with no borders between
and her trees that whispers these words in her breeze.
Oh my chosen people I will comfort your cries
for this I do know, You all love Me with Pride.
Looking out from her shores across the sea
the wind of change brings the smell of greed
and this is what she feared.
When the famine curse lay upon her land
It was her people's spirits that carried them along
while their bodies withered like autumn leaves
many souls looked on as their flesh decay
oh she cries in silence as she feel their pain
this land her body lies in a dreadful state
Oh curse you she cries who are born out of greed
You seek my beauty my freedom my chosen people
Then you rape them of mind body and land
In a hell created by your evil minds
But destroy my spirit oh no, I shall be free.
Freedom is hers but not stated in war
But in her hills her mountains her valleys her streams
Her rivers that run with no borders between
and her trees that whispers these words in her breeze.
Oh my chosen people I will comfort your cries
for this I do know, You all love Me with Pride.