Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends

I sleep, pen and ink. calligraphy dreams.

All those precious little poets and their black birds singing

Are supposed to keep me in line?

When I saw autumn yawn and bluff its ivory smile?

Laughing grand piano gales and healthy round tones while my eyes rolled, while my eyes rolled

Taking in moments with no places to hold them: that's exactly when I realized

We are on our own

All the dashing young and bold have been told to get jobs, and give up

All the movers and the shakers, laureates, and kingmakers have been told that we're not

Well I just want to be one of the believers, part of something bigger,

I wrote this song for singing

As loud as you can and all your trigger finger waving won't ever stop me

This one here is for everyone else:

If you want something done you gotta do it yourself.

Maybe this song is the fight

For the people who don't have any left inside

Or if you've ever felt down

Call us new age poets with electric heroics, as mercenaries just paying back our debts

In blood money and sweat, but we never had a chance

Or were ever given an inch to make something for ourselves

So now we're taking it.

We're tempests and leviathans hell-bent on holding it down

With no place to hold our ground or make a stand,

Cause our dreams are on firesale, that's exactly when I realized:

We are all we have

All the dashing young and bold have been told to get jobs, and give up

All the movers and the shakers, laureates, and kingmakers have been told that we're not

Well I just want to be one of the believers, part of something bigger,

I wrote this song for singing

As loud as you can and all your trigger finger waving won't ever stop me

There's something to be said about someone singing the words and actually meaning them,

But I got no one to impress cause all my heroes are dead,

Yeah all my heroes are dead and we never said die, not once, oh no, oh no.

This is mine and I won't let it die I don't mince my words, baby, it's us verse the world