Few of the sins of the father are visited upon the son,
hearts have been hard,
hands have been clenched into fists too long.
Our sons need never be soldiers, our daughters will never need guns,
these are the years between,
these are the years that were hard fought and won.
Now, contracts torn at the edges, old signatures stained with tears,
seasons of war and grace,
they should not be forgotten years.
Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics,
how many dreams remain, this is a feeling too strong to contain.
The hardest years, the darkest years,
the roarin' years, the fallen years.
These should not be forgotten years.
The hardest years, the wildest years,
the desperate and divided years
(We will remember), these should not be forgotten years.
Our shoreline was never invaded, our country was never in flames,
this is the calm we breathe,
this is the feeling to strong to contain.
Still it aches like tetanus, it reeks of politics,
signatures stained with tears.
Who can remember? We've got to remember !
The blinded years, the binded years,
the desperate and divided years.
These should not be forgotten years
Remember !