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acoustic
country
melodic
Out in the fields where the crops grow slow,
Farmers plant seeds, their hope to sow.
Hammers ring out in the factory light,
People're working hard day and night.
Small town diner where the gossip flies,
Folks talk about the state of our lives.
Wondering why we give far and wide,
When our own needs are too hard to hide.
Beneath the surface, there's a river of gold,
A heart of a nation that's brave and bold.
Giving without thanks, a story untold,
But what about the folks left out in the cold?
Main street's boarded up, dreams in decline,
Faded memories like a closing sign.
Homeless man shivers on a winter night,
Lost in the shadows, out of mind, out of sight.
Teachers in classrooms doing all they can,
Kids with little more than a wish and a plan.
The fire burns bright in this heartland town,
But sometimes the weight feels like it's pulling us down.
Beneath the surface, there's a river of gold,
A heart of a nation that's brave and bold.
Giving without thanks, a story untold,
But what about the folks left out in the cold?
Sound Of Meme
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