So the grey that you see
By the dawn's burning spite
Fraught so loudly with gale
where such calm
had been dreaming,
Soon marauds Night's bright
Flaw...
Through the garrulous plight.
O'er sham sparks, we're caught -
where the malice has meaning.
As the Thoughtless still glare -
At the Hope chest laid bare.
God, mute in the Light
Shouting " Why Do I Care ?! "
So Sagebrush and Amber
are all left amazed...
That the Man who would Be Free
built his own gilded
Cage.