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Something to survive Decades of murder and maize remind My every night, I wrestle with the thought of their return. To what will we owe our next relocation? Tenants to their reevaluation Of the ever-emerging threat, We wither on the vine. I rise; it does not shine. In darkness, we're disappeared. Still evening falls. I hope my boy, he never understands How the fields were fertile where the planes now land. The road kids walked to school, Now runways carrying the tools They'll use to keep them down As they wither on the vine. I rise; it does not shine. In darkness, we're disappeared. Still evening falls. How we wither on the vine. I rise, but it don't shine. Letras de cancionesNo, it don't shine. I remember the path that linked each home; Though the road was narrow, it was ours to walk. You had no right, You had no right, And you still don't. From Letras Mania