There's a well
A well that we dug in the field
Where the spring runs deep
And the smell
The smell of the seasons is real
The black loam reeks

From the crops
The crops of a thousand years
And the crying
The crying of a million tears
That flow in the ground

Oh child, oh child, no child
The struggle isn't over
Oh child, oh child, no child
The struggle isn't over

The barn
The barn holds machinery and tools
That we built by hand
And this farm
This farm's being ruined by fools
Who'll destroy the land

For fuel
Fuel that they kill for
Fuel that they suck from the sand
Fuel
Fuel made out of poison
Fuel that's gonna kill us
Every woman and man

Oh child, oh child, no child
The struggle isn't over
Oh child, oh child, no child
The struggle isn't over

This war's not hemmed by borders
It's not hemmed by joy or need
This war's fueled by men in power
Fueled by money
Fueled by greed

Oh child, oh child, no child
The struggle isn't over
Oh child, oh child, no child
The struggle isn't over

Recording:
https://sugarstill.bandcamp.com/track/the-struggle