Escaping death and pain in a nation built on hate
Rebuilding a new life, not knowing it will be taken away one day.
Pack up your clothing, pack up your photos and memories
Everything you think you will need
Everything but the dreams
Ike and Tina had a better relationship than the Taliban and Afghanistan
No one returning to Nutbush in that land, even if they can
Now controlled by men without any education or any soul
Pack up your pain, pack up your tears, and your fears
Everything, even a lifetime of deceit
Everything but the dreams
A house and land, the building of a family, is the plan
So much to do so much to see the desire to be free
No one telling you it is a temporary thing
Pack up your religion, pack up your faith as you endlessly pray
Everything that helps you forget your sins
The ever-changing history of the word of God remains a mystery.
The illusion is the inclusion of everyone going to a place you've never been
Everyone fights to be the president, as Prince rather be the Pope.
Looking for that formula that brings you some hope
Pack up your peace, pack up your love and your purity
Everything that the soul will ever need
Everything, and don't forget the new dreams
©Copyright Thomas J Dooley 2021
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