Few of the sins of the father
  Are visited upon the son
  Hearts have been hard
  Hands have been clenched into fists too long
  
  Our sons need never be soldiers
  Our daughters will never need guns
  These are the years between
  These are the years that were hard fought and won
  
  Contracts torn at the edges
  Old signatures stained with tears
  Seasons of war and grace
  These should not be forgotten years
  
  Still it aches like tetanus
  It reeks of politics
  How many dremas remain?
  This is a feeling too strong to contain
  
  The hardest years, the darkest years
  The roarin? years, the fallen years
  These should not be forgotten years
  The hardest years, the wildest years
  The desperate and divided years
  We will remember
  These should not be forgotten years
  
  Our shoreline was never invaded
  Our country was never in flames
  This is the calm we breathe
  This is a feeling too strong to contain
  Still it aches like tetanus
  It reeks of politics
  Signatures stained with tears
  Who can remember, we?ve got to remember
  
  The hardest years, the darkest years ...
  
  Forsaking aching breaking years
  The time ?n? tested heartbreak years
  These should not be forgotten years
  
  The blinded years, the binded years
  The desperate and dividing years
  These should not be forgotten years
  Remember