This old world still turns
Sunshine on the deserts
Snow high up on the mounts
The world keeps on turning
As if nothing else now counts
Footprints on the shorelines
Are quick washed out to sea
Three ships left on the morn
In search of a new country
Leaders of the cities
Watch people leave in droves
They've heard some have set camp
In amongst the mango groves
Farm lands still stand vacant
For youth have long moved on
Houses crumble to dust
And small country schools are gone
Three ships in the distance
Now struggle on the breeze
All three captains on deck
Appear to be on their knees
They've been gone near two years
And at last they are back
Ships by three are limping
Nary a sail's left intact
One man woke this morning
For the past he now yearns
Yet there's no going back
While this old world still turns
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