Forgotten years

Few of the sins of the father
are visited upon the son
Hearts have been hard
Hands have been clenched into fists too long
Maybe our sons will never be soldiers
Maybe 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 peace
These 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

Our borders were not invaded
Our country was not in flames
This is the calm we breathe
This is a feeling too strong to contain
Still it aches like tetanus
It reeks of politics
Signatures stained with tears
Who can remember
We've got to remember

Forsaking aching breaking years
The time and tested heartbreak years
These should not be forgotten years
The blinded years
The binded years
The desperate and divided years
These should not be forgotten years

Remember