In Vain

Looking back over the vast hills I see the pain, the tears all in vain I see the blood and the hurt cries With every mock laugh I see monetary gain Woe to this country, this facade of glee My respect I have lost, my fate be taken Alas my tears they have brutally foresaken As the last dewdrop surrenders and falls As the sun begins its habitual ascent I look back at the vast hills And remember it all