and crying again,
I'm killed, but not dead
It's all in my head
The anger's not mine,
Tho it's here all the time
I can feel it inside
and I make it subside
It burns in my belly
And aches in my heart
The story's foretold,
and I'm doing my part.
There's wiser than me,
and there's smarter, too
Advisors are many,
though few will ring true.
At the end of the day,
in the middle of night
It's you, you alone
has to stand there, and fight!
©2012 Phillip Hennessy
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