Harry Martin


'Tis the Way It's Been Done


Tis the way it’s been done
So the anthem must be sung.

Dare we to suggest or ask,
Quickly we will have to grasp,
Status quo,
Is the way to go.

Tis the way it’s been done
So the anthem must be sung.

New ideas? Reaching out?
Can’t they see?
Must I shout?
Tis the way it been done,
So the anthem must be sung

Change and grow?
Don’t they know?
Will only bring a nasty row.

We can’t afford to lose our place.
It’s just too hard to grow in grace.

Grace may change, and bring to me
New ways to grow, new ways to be.
Free to know that...
Tis the way it’s always done.
Is not the anthem to be sung.

Submitted: Thursday, September 29, 2005
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