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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He walks along the river's edge, he's kicking pebbles through the sand, Wondering if the time has come to return to his land. Knows not where he's going to and the past is close behind, Can't say what he's been looking for or what he's meant to find. Now the nighttime sky is sparkling, There's a new day 'bout to come, But he just prays he'll be okay When it's all said and done. There's mountains in the distance dressed in a morning haze, Each step takes him closer and further from yesterdays. He's got mem'ries in his pockets, kept from his treasure chest, He'll go through them one by one when he gets a chance to rest. An' the morning sky is shining Underneath the rising sun, But he just prays he'll be okay When it's all said and done. He came out from the Midwest, from a long rolling plain, Where he once hunted buffalo in both the snow and falling rain. He saw the country crumbling right before his very eyes, With changes upon changes underneath the big blue sky. An' the noontime air's now burning Under the big yellow sun, But he still prays he'll be okay When it's all said and done. He left all of his family buried in an unmarked grave, Has wondered for many years why it was that he been saved. They came out from the east coast in great numbers and in haste, Took whatever they wanted to and laid it all to waste. There's echoes on the afternoon Of the mighty gattling gun, Again he prays he’ll be okay When it’s all said and done. He looks up at a million stars, his pillow is a slab of stone, Swears he hears his mother say “You never have walked alone”. Through the ev’ning’s darkness he can feel the outstretched hands, Lifting him upon the steed that’ll carry him to his land. And it seems the final battle Has at last been fought and won, He’s glad he prayed he’d be okay For it’s all said and done.
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