Patriot

The proud blood of my ancestors has waned The present generation has drifted from the path The southern heroes weep in their graves The here and now feel none of the American wrath Where once brave men stood and died for love of home And strived to see that seeds of prosperity were sown Now cowards and failures and degenerates wither I fear I cannot reverse what they have grown How am I to measure up to what they have done? How am I to put aside all my wrongs? How am I to make my mark alone? How am I to live up to the old songs? Men were once men Now I am but a wraith They who were with sin And I without faith..