I need the grey and I need the black. This blinding white is a grinding slight and I want the old site back. Liking posts is new, but it has me feeling blue and it's draining to know that there is nothing that I can do. Oh where has the old site gone? Oh where has the old site gone? This place is not the same. I am not sure who to blame. I miss the old site that made me feel whole and I cannot cope with the pain. The way things were was fine, in fact it was quite divine. But the status quo has been robbed from us and tossed to the wayside. Oh where has the old site gone? Oh where has the old site gone? This place was my home but now Im alone Oh where has the old site gone? My way of life has been stripped from me from you from us. Change can be a blessing, and change can create life but I am sorry to say that this change has only caused strife. A strife that is everlasting A strife that chomps my insides A strife that darkens my soul A strife that simply divides. Oh where has the old site gone? Oh where has the old site gone? I need the grey I need the black Oh where has the old site gone? My life has been turned upside down, and on my face rests a frown. What did I do to deserve such anguish? A fiery rage that I cannot extinguish? I must fight back against those that stripped me of my soul. I cannot go in alone I need the help of my displaced brethren to attempt to reclaim our home. Join me. Take the side of righteousness. We have been displaced. We have been attacked. But we have the desire and strength to take our home back. We will take back this site. We will reclaim our way. Those who took this site are Batista, but we are Castro and Che. When victory has been claimed a celebration will ensue! From Havana to Timbuktu! So I ask you my friends, one final and echoing time OH WHERE HAS THE OLD SITE GONE?