Dawn

Sell me down the river    
in the boat I helped you build      
now you’re expected to deliver      
you see these boots just can’t be filled      
     
Excuses excuses      
they’re not fooling anyone      
while loneliness induces      
but the time for that my friend has gone    
     
Oh it’s such a tragedy    
steeped in old tradition      
spat on stolen parchment      
a paper back rendition      
     
Then they’ll ask me “was it worth it    
does your freedom mean so much?”    
As they dangle and disguise it    
say “you’ll never get to touch “    
     
Lock it in a box    
throw away the only key    
wrap it in a clever paradox      
still the truth is there for all to see    
     
With time the chains have broken      
the whispers scream with blood      
the lion has awoken      
the tide has turned to flood      
     
The walls with age now crumble    
the light shines through the cracks    
their castle it will tumble      
and our world, we’ll take it back