by Gary Hawkes
Part of God’s plan?
The battle for survival consumes the land
Good people hope for the holy hand that may never come
But they stay strong, continue to stay together
United We Stand
Realization
The ancient ideas that have since been forgotten in the sands of time
Become renewed during the end of times
Supposed myths and lost mandates, non believers scolded as evil desecrates
Mistranslation and human instinct warp the old guidelines
Laying out the righteous way to make it through the end of times
Confusion, ignorance and disbelief still dominate our every being
Hell’s soldiers excite at the souls they’ve been stealing
Realization hits the human race in waves, leaving the population reeling
Sucked down further in their next life, consume with negative feelings
Rebirth
Hope strains but still stays alive
The good people bunkered down won’t take the dive
Long bumpy road to make it back to relevance
Quickness needed before the dark side escalates their dominance
Rebirth of man
Rising back up, in the broken land
Early losses strain the good will
Some turn to the other side, soul’s part of the deal
But battle tested and perseverance help the depleted but proud people regroup and make the rise
The happy ending is still far away
But with continuing work, freedom starts to make its play
Rebirth of man
Rising back up, in the broken land
Keep On (marching along)
Procuring a bright new future of a light hearted eternity
Laid back and easy, enjoying life peacefully
Optimism struggles against the strain of conformity
But the small steps make some ground
Encouraged by the hopeful sound, of prosperity
Keep on, keep on, keep on marching along
Keep on, keep on, keep on marching along
It’s time to stand up and sing your song
Don’t worry about what they think is wrong
Keep on, keep on, keep on marching along
The protesting alliance picks up steam
In the twilight of the fading dream
Forgotten memories of the once proud team
Are tossed away, clearing away for the new mean
Love clutches for air, gasping for its last breath
So much concern over what comes after death
Keep on, keep on, keep on marching along
Keep on, keep on, keep on marching along
It’s time to stand up and sing your song
Don’t worry about what they think is wrong
Keep on, keep on, keep on marching along
