HIRST, Rob

Forgotten Years

Few of the sins of the father, are visited upon the son

Hearts have been hard, our hands have been clenched in a fist too long

Our sons need never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns

These are the years between

These are the years that were hard fought and won

Contracts torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears

Seasons of war and peace, these should not be forgotten years

Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics

How many dreams remain? This is a feeling too strong to contain

The hardest years, the darkest years, the roarin' years, the fallen years

These should not be forgotten years

The hardest years, the wildest years, the desperate and divided years

We will remember, these should not be forgotten years

Our shoreline was never invaded, our country was never in flames

This is the calm we breathe, this is a feeling too strong to contain

Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics

Signatures stained with tears, who can remember

We've got to remember

The hardest years, the darkest years, the roarin' years, the fallen years