Tragedy
There are times the heart remembers There are times the mind surrenders Times when you roamed free Times when you slept easily You thought life was eternal Now it seems almost abnormal You have experienced death firsthand Following orders was your only plan If tomorrow doesn’t bring a new age I think I’ll sleep here all day |
Fugitive
The morning light is dim Stuck out who knows where based on a whim Unknowing of the dangers Fearing his painful demise He’s a dead man they say But he’s still running Following his desires He continues down this land Out in the abyss It seems like there is a faint mist Running from the pit Of absolute tyranny He fears the white superiority Those that chain him be Nothing to see Nowhere to be He still flees up northwardly The hunters who chase him Their hounds howl in the distance Yet he still continues on Running from the devil’s spawn One day he might find the land Hoping he is to be free |