In the heartland where the wind blows strong,
There’s a sorrow in every song.
Fields of wheat, skies so wide,
But inside, there’s a pain we can’t hide.

Oklahoma pain, it cuts like a knife,
Through the storms and the dust of life.
From the plains to the rolling hills,
In our hearts, the hurt never stills.

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