The Great Depression
We are the sons and daughters of a revolution,
Revolutionaries walking us out of oppression
And into a no-low promise land.
And this is leaves us with a great sense of sadness
Dwelling inside our soul.
No one can explain where it's coming from
Or where its taking us.
We just know that something is lost,
But somehow we are lost, lost
And this my friend, is the great depression
Autor(es): Blindside
