State Of Grace

Outside a factory yard
Once locked gates and empty buildings
A long recession had hit us so hard
A welfare state was our only saving grace

No coups, no revolutions
No martial laws, no pogroms

We're in a state of grace
In our castles and homes
It's a pride of place
This domain is our own

We're standing beside
School gates and a crowded playground
Trying to teach a compassionate world
And learning hope, where some hope can be found

No commissars, no KGB
No dictators, no bully beefs

From cradle to grave
Vouchsafed to the end of our days
A legacy to be saved
A celebration, a coming of age

No frauds or snake-oil salesmen
No tub-thumping, no phoney statesmen



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Hall
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