Near Myall Creek

I spent a week near Myall Creek Where the birds screech some truth from the trees I just couldn't speak near Myall Creek Where the silence brings me to my knees In the news today my leaders seemed to say It's right to turn people away But gees mate I dunno, two hundred years ago We figured we're welcome to stay I walked through a town with shutters down Only movement the kids in the street I shuffled my feet, my spirits weak As the children they greet for the town But in the news today, I'm told these kids won't pay For holes that bore deep in the ground Cos in the news I found, our future's looking sound As long as we're numb to the poor I felt bitter sweet down my own street Where the greetings are mute or discreet I thought of my week near Myall Creek And then let all the ghosts in me speak In the news today, my leaders seem forlorn They tell us we choose where we're born But in my heart today, the gaps don't close or go away They still stay in our dreaming And in this song today, perhaps I hope Perhaps I pray things are not what they're seeming I spent a week near Myall Creek