Born and Born and Born and Born and Born and BornI remember I was asking whyAnd someday you said noAll these years of fighting hardNow you're falling, you're falling on your clothesI can't believe it's now happening to meNow I couldn't even wait a few hundred yearsDestiny, at last you seeNow it's stopped, another cry of tearsChild of centuries, forgotten in timeYou're up in circles of timeA seer of faces, future and pastThe warning you gave us is surely our lastBorn and Born and Born andBehold the child is fighting handWhen he's raised in solemn graceHe's apple-sweat with limey woundsUnited States, sins upon his faceNow see the hands of the working manHe's leaning back, back against the wallOne's busy hands are at home nowStanding ready, ready for the fallThe sun's withered, it's day's past timeFor all that's left to seeThe blind will stay, not chosen to dieDon't believe it, nothing else I seeBorn and Born and Born andBorn and Born and Born andBorn and Born and Born andBorn and Born andBorn and Born and Born and Born and