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Exhausted, empty stores

Isolated & nothing more

Restarted so far behind

The father doesn't seem to mind

We lost our home, I lost my love

Condemning silence from above

The children cry their mothers name

The rage inside stokes the flame

Seventy acres, six tons of hay

Nine animals to light the way

The thorns have choked the life from me

Consider me your wasted seed

We lost our home I lost my love

Condemning silence from above

The children cry their mothers name

The smell of death stokes the flame