My Old Rocking Chair
Sitting back in my old rocking chair,Thinking of the times of my long old past.
Working hard for food on the table,
And equally sharing the wealth of my life.
Grazing crops for the coming depression,
Now it's time to start the revolution.
Giving up all the useless wants,
And bringing forth the locks of the iron gates.
Standing tall with my hammer & sickle,
I will not fall down until you make me fall.
This is my time, don't you try & stop me.
I will resist the coming globalization.
Shouting to the people with words of honor.
One man may fall, but his dreams will stand tall.
That was the life that I fought for.
And today I'm sitting in my old rocking chair.
This is my time, don't you try & stop me.
I will resist the coming globalization.
Shouting to the people with words of honor.
One man may fall, but his dreams will stand tall.
That was the life that I fought for.
And today I'm sitting in my old rocking chair.
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