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For Tara
I don't know who put it here I really don't It's just
that Whoever did it must have really meant it
They chose this place
with care Aligned it with the sun, moon and stars Cared for it for longer
than we can comprehend Loved it
We're running riot over the
land and now we're right here. Here at this place, somebody
worshipped Somebody looked up and pondered, wondered Why are we
here? What is our destiny? And we're right here now
Not wondering,
oh no Building a road. Proud roadbuilders who really mean it
too Pushing earth aside, speeding along Always looking ahead Paving
over brave little farms
Someone here will sigh and see The copse where
they kissed their first sweetheart Go under the blacktop The field where
they galloped and fell, Then crying, now laughing Vanish in a storm of
engines and invisible fumes The house where they were born Condemned to a
sad, slow death of noise and harsh lights
People will charge along this
road Always looking forward, forward Faster! Faster! Why? They'll get
to their funerals on time, I'm sure Can't they look behind now and
then? We have memories and cars have mirrors Look in your mirror, Mr Car
Man Maybe you'll see what's coming Check your blind spots There's a
surprise there
And now we're here Trying to stop the traffic I
don't know why they put it here But they really meant it They were our
mothers and fathers They loved this place, whatever it was to them I don't
know
Would you want your dear old Mum To live in a cardboard box by a
dirty road? Will you hear her stories To the noise of engines? Will you
see her smile Under these harsh, hard lights?
I love the children of
tomorrow The world is theirs As I stand here I don't know why My
feet feel like roots My head sprouts branches The earth and sky
speak
Our parents built this place They loved it more than we can
know Don't leave them standing, forgotten, by the side of a road There's a
child on the road ahead If you can't jam your foot on the brake Then I
will .
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