The Hour is Getting Late
by Timothy P. Buchanan
Saturday, January 26, 2002
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He grew up in Ohio
With a head full of dream,
Beauty, love, and honor
Were important it would seem,
He learned to love and sing to God
And search for things unseen,
People yelled and shouted,
Screaming, "What's it all mean?"
The world was turning upside down,
And all the good fell out,
Liberators came and went,
Their followers would doubt,
What did we accomplish here?
What was the fight about?
The questions left unanswered,
Still they scream and shout.
Listen up America,
The hour is getting late,
Beware of those who claim new rights
And say they just can't wait,
They strangle all that's good and true ,
Their road is paved with hate,
For you, the Lord, and common sense,
These they can't debate,
Listen up America,
The hour is getting late.
The Beatles led the children,
Into an unknown land,
Slipping into drugs they proved,
They didn't have a plan,
Lost, confused, and lonely,
He listened to the band,
Sex and drugs and rock and roll,
Captured the young man,
Friends betrayed him others died,
Escaping from the pain,
Steve and Lisa killed themselves,
Unable to obtain,
The fulfillment and acceptance,
That they sought in vain,
Love has lost its meaning,
God's name is now profane,
Listen up America,
The hour is getting late,
Beware of those who claim new rights,
And say they just can't wait,
They strangle all that's good and true ,
Their road is paved with hate,
For you, the Lord, and common sense
These they can't debate,
Listen up America,
The hour is getting late.
Eleven years ago today,
When his hope was lost,
He added up his life,
Reflecting on the cost,
Knowing something had to change,
A bag of pills he tossed,
Quietly in darkness,
The end of life he crossed.
Who remembers even cares,
The way as kids we saw,
Innocence and mystery,
Of everything in awe,
Before we pushed the limits,
Before we broke the law,
Having gotten all we asked for,
Still we scratch and claw.
Listen up America,
The hour is getting late,
Beware of those who claim new rights,
And say they just can't wait,
They strangle all that's good and true ,
Their road is paved with hate,
For you, the Lord, and common sense,
These they can't debate,
Listen up America,
The hour is getting late.
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