The Root

Political discourse like broken leaves Stands in the shadows of laughing trees The root of evil Disguised as greed Only as old as Adam and Eve Cannot die but it must be beat, and What comes to pass, what’ll come to be Sings from deep within you and me. Like a lion you are A golden heart As old as time Though unborn, just thunder in the dark Younger, less experienced His untested mark The test to wait Through the blood The great flood Many years in the deepest recesses of Noah’s old ark No angels for you, no Just those in your soul We’ll see what you do, unprotected Still molested Untested virtue You’ll need help through the rain Deep within the grain, your skin screams in pain They may give you the whip, they may call you insane And in the dark of the night, few will call you brave Yet in the dark, like a lark Goes right to your soul In the quiet night, yea In the murdering cold A voice, quiet choice Calls out, says you’re not alone To love your brother, all you got is each other It’s all you each will ever know. Soon the voice dies Some crucified, their eyes Said to watch from the sky You feel a need to keep the dream, carry on Though you question why Whether you do it, or not Remains up to you All you want’s your own life Nice wife, and your own bit of fruit The choice seems clear, then And it seems quick Keep the people out, yea It’s them that are sick It’s them that rape, pillage And crack the whip, indeed A wise man knows when to quit No, I won’t cast stones I’ll just build me a wall Better to be dressed to kill Than prone to crawl And yet every time night falls Through your window view You won’t play the fool You want what’s owed to you You know you’ll have it all, if you just forget The voice in the night every time the sun sets But rich or poor Still you feel unborn You got love But who’s it for? When you realize a sobering truth That love itself is no great virtue To the courage that came first Living in a dream, still deep inside of you You wake in a cold sweat, it’s hard to forget All the gold you own, and the possessions you’ve kept But you leave it all behind and step out in the night Soon the sun’ll come a-rising and you’ll enter the fight And each and everyone will ask you “Whose side are you on?!” They’ll worship and abuse you, and still you’ll carry on Through the rain, there’s a thunder And that rain’ll come hard Yet still, you’ll stand together With your brothers in arms.