95 (03.11.2014)

When war's a hungry dog with baying teeth
Whose eyes are burning fire in the night
And we hear voices call from far beneath
Our stumbling feet that stuck impede our flight.
We danced into the darkness fellow man
We did what we were told that we should do
We went along with someone else's plan
And never stopped to think it carefully through.
King in parlour counts his bread and honey,
Queen balanced on a jar to calm her nerve
Princes in their chamber eating money
It's hard to hit those targets when they swerve.
I try by best to not let feelings stray,
The life you've got's too good to throw away.

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