The Thing Of It Is - Manifest Destiny

Out on the old plantation
Lives a divided nation
Separate from all that remains unseen
Planted the sons and the daughters
Grown up without enough water
Wondering how they could be so green

Everyone's dead on their knees
Grasping for thread on a breeze
Fated to drown in a dry dry land
Scouring the sink and the sinking
Desperate driving to drinking
Waiting to crest on the wave of a hand

Shaking their roots from the earth
Crawling at home in the dirt
Fed up with all of the hurt they stand

But you almost can see in their faces
The fearing of wide open spaces
Scouring the sink and the sinking
Desperate driving to drinking

Caught in the turning tide
Seeking the other side
Trying to get to that fine fine strand
Like they planned
Like they planned

Written by:
Mark Heggen

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