Yet another song...I seem to be in a balladeer's season. I have walked upon a thousand twisted roads, I have sat upon ten thousand twisted fences, I have slept inside a hundred broken houses, Strung with barbed wire for their defenses, I have gazed into eyes old and jaded, Trapped inside a life lived like a mask, I have heard the thunder of a city's hammers, Bent upon some painful, useless task. Now, I've heard the key turning in the lock When Compassion left her house to the dogs, And the half-dead soldier that they call Honour Is going back home to sleep like a log, And Futility comes ranting at the door As the stars fall from a sky like slate, And dirty heaps of squalor line the roads That lead to Hedonism's golden gate. And the times, they turn from silver into dust, And the skies, they groan from weight of broken trust. Now, it seems that the sun is getting dimmer In the smoky chaos looming up ahead, For the lessons that we should have learnt before Are now dusty books of history on our shelves, And the altar is still standing through the ages Built hard and strong to our swollen pride, Like lemmings we go swarming down the cliffs And there's no one there to turn back the tide. Now, I would rather be the King of Fools Who plants a tree in the desert sand, For the cynic's words eat through like a cancer That robs the heart the strength to take a stand. There's no one who can say, "I am an island!"; We're knit with cords that steel cannot cut, It's time we cast a shadow of goodness Before the door to life finally shuts, Before the times turn from water into fire, I would rather shine than wallow in this mire. Thank you for reading this. :) I appreciate your interest, and would value your comments as always. Best wishes, Hanevi.