I know just what it is that you want,
But I don’t know what you expected me to say.
I may not know much, or anything at all about it,
But I know that it ends today.

I may never see the stars as close I’d like,
I may never see the cardinals redeem.
I may never know the smell of riches burning,
But still I hold to this dream.

A flame that burns of
Peace, love and liberty o’er
The trees, sands and waters of
Xenophobia.

You say that you know exactly what is best;
That’s a claim no thinker could believe.
The masses, the sentient public
Know that even you can bleed.

Don’t lose your faith just because of millennia past
Someone’s penning the end of this play in which we are all cast
On this planet our stage soon the curtain will fall
For tonight we could end it all.

What?
What?
What are you moving for now?
How?
How do you hope to get by?
Why?
Why do you do things this way?
Where?
Where do you draw the line?
When?
When will it end?