They were fishing
Clean water on a pristine sandy bank
Talking to the stars
Listening with their feet
No need for money
No place for greed
The war was over
And understanding reached
We were searching where the sky was bigger
The hands were open and the faces were all familiar
We were searching when we were forsaken
The heavens opened and it rained forever and ever
We were tired of our ways
Looking for new ways
That were old ways
Hungry and beaten down
Our cities burned to the ground
I betrayed my brother
With my children I fled
No sign in the morning
When we pushed through the heads
We were searching where the sky was bigger
The hands were open and the faces were all familiar
We were searching when we were forsaken
The heavens opened and it rained forever and ever
More Money in Mud than dust
Songwriter:William Crighton
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