America, America

Walking on an empty cement parking lot, it snowing
And my face has taken on a winter storm

I remember how good friends we used to be, now knowing
We were younger and protected from your harm

America, America
You are so far away
Your fossils are the children of today

And though there’s joy in emptiness
I cannot say your absence fits the joys of living

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