Twenty years has reduced you to a beg and crawl Set your life in shadows cast by its corporate wall Mask your feelings there's no room here for the awkward fitting one
Finding love in compromise lest your soul emerge Although worth more you’ve given in To that desperate urge To take your values from opinions of some broken hearted men
Everyday walls are laid Guarding those who’ve made the grade But there is hope I still believe For the rejected to be the redeemed All the un-chosen, brittle and numb In his hands can become a cornerstone
In years to come all of this Will be a distant past With tables placed and ordered names As if the first were last Come to your senses, there’s no sense in running after kingdoms gone
