Confine me if you must.
If it makes you feel worthy praise the dirt
It maddens me that no one else can see
The sea is drying and fading is the sky
The sun is shattering and the moon shinning
Hell wardens are loose and the angels bound
Who will fight for you now. Who?
I might. But I won’t!
It is no lie I swear, I saw the clouds scheming
Tomorrow past the hour,fire shall rain
I’ve told you the wardens are loose
Tis’ time for the game; Hunt the goose
I know. I know my tongue is heavy
Confine me if you must.
Stories From Somewhere In Life 