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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