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Nostalgia setting in as I look back
Nothing seems worthwhile any more
Once we seemed to be on the right track
Does a better world lie in store.
We had moral standards on TV
The National Anthem every night
A love for neighbors you could feel and see
Parents taught kids wrong from right
There was a hospitalized list in the paper at night
Neighbors would visit after work each day
Friends were friends even after a fight
No apologies needed, nothing to say
School dances packed, all would attend
Fan buses for all the away games
Walk home late at night with a friend
Shop owners knew everyone by their names
People had credit at the grocery store
When payday came they paid their bill
Sandlot football until our bodies were sore
Game in the mud was a real thrill
TV was black and white, so were the laws
Needed to tune it to get the picture just right
James Dean was a rebel without a cause
Front and back doors stayed open all night
Back porch picnic with a half on tap
Soda for the kids and plenty of food
Progress now looks like an evil trap
Materialism has set the mood
Was a better world built as the years passed by
Where we gained did we lose as much
Do we look at it all and just wonder why
Gaining status but losing that human touch
A world void of love except for what you can gain
Where envy and geed overtake the power of love
Do we just accept the heartache and pain
Or do we turn back to our God up above
Until we go back to the values we knew
And remove the seeds we’ve sown
Stopping the damage that we still do
A better world will never be known

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