The Academy Blues Project - The Plow

On days when it rained
I could breathe easier
Like some heavenly love
Sent from above
And, in a way, I guess it was
I'm used to the clouds
Which blanket the fields
Blocking the sun
Keeping it from
Those for whom it comes
I'd gather my family
My two little girls
They must have feared
We gotten them in on
The last day in the world
There is no wind
Hanging still as can be
Soon there is no way to see
My own lantern
In front of me
I may be the plow that broke the plains
But it was you
You that held the rains/reins
You blamed us for this
From far-off places
Say there's a fix
But that it
Will uproot the little we have left
We broke our tills
To feed your great wars
Now there's no way to return
This here soil
To the way it was before
With each desiccated plot
That you forgot
Families lost
Into the dust
Swallowed up
How dare you suggest
We should leave
How can I not
Accept the lot
Placed in front of me
So on days when it rains
I can breathe easier
Salt of the earth
Fall to the earth
And weep, sky, weep
I may be the plow that broke the plains
But it was you, only you
You that held the rains/reins
I may be the plow that broke the plains
But it was you
You held the rains/reins

Written by:
Mark Levy

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