Isabel BY Frank Turner from Poetry of The Deed

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So now the years are rolling by, and it?s not long since you and I

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could have been train drivers and astronauts

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And now we?re stuck in furnished ruts, but yet the thing that really cuts

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is that we can?t remember how we got caught

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Filtered air,computer screens, muffled sighs and might-have-beens ?

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count your blessings, then breathe, and count to ten

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And though it doesn?t often show, we are scared because we know

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our forefathers were farmers and fishermen

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       And so the world has changed, worse or better?s hard to tell,

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but my hope remains    within the arms of Isabel


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So now our calloused hands once told a story honest as it?s old

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of sowing seeds and setting sail.

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But now our hands are soft and weak and working seven days a week

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at these salvation schemes that are bound to fail

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   And I?ll admit that I am scared of what I don?t understand.

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    But darling, if you?re there, gentle voice and soothing hands

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    to quiet my despair,    to shore up all my plans,      darling, if you?re there...

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      And so the world has changed,  and I must change as well

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The machines we?ve made   will damn us into hell

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And the time will come when all must save themselves.

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I will save my soul in the arms of Isabel

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