Don't Slip Away - Cyrus Clarke
In the darkened alleys of circumstance
The bastards of war await their chance
Where your back is strung with ignorance
And the conscience of knowledge lies in a trance.
Don't slip away or plead in vain
Just ask the sun to stop the rain.
In the trenches of freedom the TV is on
Technology whistles a new battle song
Where having a job means building a bomb
Which side of defense do we belong?
In the bright shadowed field of remembrance
Where nothing is lost and our children dance
Where to know is to give is to understand
And the heart is delivered from the armies of man
© 1983 by Cyrus Clarke, Dixie Highway Music