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The fragments lay there unawares,
Of the smoke billowing nearby,
Of what they one might have been,
And why the woman cried,
Bent-double in anguish,
A million questions in her head,
Of why the pot was broken,
And her family was dead,
Chorus:
And after the Revolution,
We were back from whence we came,
As we licked our wounds,
Rebuilt our lives,
Life went on the same.
All along the ages,
Of all the deeds we've done,
History has to lick its open wounds,
Blistered by the Sun,
That same old Sun that warms us,
Gives life to everything,
Hangs over the bloody killing fields,
Yet high above the birds still sing,
Because nature is oblivious,
To our politics and gods,
And the trees and plants shall drink our bloody juices,
And hence back into the sod,
The walls came down in October,
Just like Jerico before,
But Joshua couldn't mend the East and West,
Only open up the door,
And after the Revolution,
We were back from whence we came,
As we licked our wounds,
Rebuilt our lives,
Life went on the same.