Stay The Course

Consistent, pushing aside all disbelief; abandon my friends, my ome

Losing my mother tongue

But I will bear this heavy loss

Former brothers calling me betrayer and burned the words we wrote

I will overcome

Solaced by this certainty, this delusion will fade

Our words of reason, lost in the roar of cadence

The beacon of humanity, beclouded by their cold, black sun

In scattered light of all your torches his rotten face seems like a saviours smile to you

An amry of lost sons still hidden in the ark

The voice of an enslaved nation

A force of banished daughters

We have to stay the course

Consitent, without anguish

We may sow the seeds of upheaval just from the outside;

but with burning hearts we shall recur