Common Man

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Common Man
by

Barney Millisor

From the jungles of the Equator
To barren desert sand
I’ve seen a hundred sites
and a couple of thousand men

We didn’t all look the same
nor talk a common tounge
but when the rockets flew
Lord, we knew to run

We fought with them for liberty
and did what we saw as just
they fought for their land
as every man must.

We all felt pain and bled red blood
as we battled hand in hand
To light the torch of liberty
In many a foriegn land

They come to our land seeking the dream
That’s been planted in their brian
Of mighty mountins majesty
and purple waves of grain

Of many shades and many hues
they land upon our shore
looking for the lamp, beside the path
and the Golden Door

When you cut us we all bleed
when you hurt us we feel pain
It doesn’t matter where we’re from
So, let me say again

We don’t all look the same
nor speak a common tongue
but we all stand for the privilge
of the time to come

when no man will judge another
but by the work of his hands
his strong clear voice, the joy of his children
the victory of the common man


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