The Eastern Plain
Cornelia
So hard to see
From the moment we arrive
Cornelia
You are one who will survive
When times been bad
You put smiles on everyone
I think of you
And of all I should’ve done

It don’t mean a thing
What shape or form that you’re in
The place you’re from
Your wealth, or the colour of your skin
When all you have
Burns to the sky
It’s all too late
And you wonder why
Cornelia

Your every day
Is a struggle and a strive
But don’t you agree
With beating hearts, we’re still alive
There comes a time
When all you have is who you love
And Cornelia
You’ll be all I’m thinking of

It don’t mean a thing
What shape or form that you’re in
The place you’re from
Your wealth, or the colour of your skin
When all you have
Burns to the sky
It’s all too late
And you wonder why
Cornelia