I rarely get pulled over.
I don't often get strange looks.
If a police officer sees me,
They pass right by.

I go about my day without worry
over what problems my skin
may cause me this time around.

As I live my life,
I occasionally hang my head
as I think about those
Who can never live as freely as I do.

And in that moment
I am cursed with a thousand questions
For which I fear there is no good answer.

Here I am alone in my room.
Nestled with the dark and the gloom.
A thick blanket of night,
With a layer of fright,
And a prayer that the end's coming soon.

Here I am alone in this place,
Mind adrift in the vastness of space.
A ghost without form,
Tossed about in the storm,
As a lone teardrop streams down my face.

Here I am alone in this spot,
Panicked and shaking, nerves fraught.
Courage? I've none.
This old spirit is done.
For this is the pain that I've wrought.

Already been three sleepless nights,
Endless phone calls, connecting flights,
but I'm going to be there.

They lost my keys at the rent-a-car,
The road ahead is still very far,
but I'm going to be there.

The tank is about half full with gas,
My wits are shot, I'm low on cash,
but I'm going to be there.

I haven't eaten for a couple of days,
and I can barely see through the murky haze,
but I'm going to be there.

Be sure to leave the sheets turned down,
I promise I will not let you down.
I'm going to be there.

I've spent too much time taking.
Too much time breaking.
Too many nights in the cold, alone,
shaking.

I've spent too much time keeping,
long hours weeping.
Fighting off demons that are constantly
creeping.

But I will do this no longer,
I can be stronger,
Now's time to toss the junk that's making me
somber.

It's a wholesale clearing,
an escape from the fearing.
There's a new me a-coming, my spirit is
cheering.

So now I'll stand and surrender,
Move from hoarder to sender,
and open this new chapter in all of its
splendor.

I remember well, the sunny days.
Dancing in the square.
The music, all the smells and sounds,
and you right with me there.

I remember when they came and said,
"The evil days have passed.
Now, we mark a new beginning,
A hope for peace at last."

There was much feasting on that very eve,
and an endless sea of smiles.
Yet somehow we failed to see demons,
that had been lurking all the while.

Suddenly, our freedom yanked,
like a blanket off the bed.
In its place an endless night,
and a wave of pain instead.

Now, I'm in the deepest place.
Cold and hungry, all alone.
Set free inside this prison,
That I get to call my own.

Black and white, wrong and right,
Go ahead and trade the day for night.
Boots on the street, a slow defeat.
The lions are hungry, time to eat.

Frank despair fills up the square,
the outcasts lay their soul bare.
gaining steam, the new regime.
one mans terror, anothers dream

Distant places, angry races,
Simple lack of social graces.
They're taking part in urban art
gotta tear the place apart.

From flying flags, to tattered rags.
the streets are filled with garbage bags.
Unkempt, unclean, it's quite a scene
what do the voices on the TV mean?

They're coming for me,
They're coming for me,
The walls begin to crumble.

The war is here,
The war is here,
Beneath me the surface rumbles.

I'll stay and fight,
I'll stay and fight,
It's my duty to resist.

With whatever I've got,
With whatever I've got,
I'll throw the iron fist.

Never forget,
Never forget,
The hell that happened here.

If I should die,
If I should die,
The war won't disappear.

There's not many left,
There's not many left,
But no one's going to leave.

Peace is so distant,
Peace is so distant,
Still, we march on and believe.