The Final Fight Lyrics - David Wilcox

from Unreleased 

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To hear the swallows roosting beneath me 

To hear the moonlight trickling by 

I come down to this bridge when I'm troubled 

And oh I am troubled tonight 

'Cause I was tucking my girl in at bedtime 

And as I got up she grabbed on my arm 

And she asked of those underground silos 

And who are the people they'll harm 

I told her 

Chorus: 

Some believe the final fight 

Will be won with greatest might 

Weapons aren't what make us strong 

No I believe that they are wrong 

So I raise my voice up high and clear 

To let them know that I am here 

For if we don't stand and fight 

I believe that they'll be right 

It is more of a shame than a hopelessness 

That I feel on the bridge at this hour 

We feed the shadow of fear with our silence 

Now it's intoxicated with power 

For regardless of whether the war hits 

Ever releasing our skies 

They are kiling our kinship of nations 

And the hope in our own children's eyes 

Chorus 

And as I watch the big dipper pour blackness 

Down over this field's fading light 

My daughter reminds me that the morning sun 

Can rise up through the darkest of night 

And though our governments tell us they're different 

My heart knows we're one and the same 

In their Kansas the sun warms the wheatfield 

Just like my beloved Ukraine 

Chorus 

Some believe... 

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