The mood right now is dark,scary.
The people are cold, wary, weary.
Revolution is near, all around fear.
Soon I'll be leaving here.
When I go forth to I know not where,
I'll be with people who will not share.
I must hoard and keep things tight,
Look after my own and do what's right.
One day in the future in a far off land,
There will be peace, no more fear at hand.
I will be at peace at last.
The future feels set.
It's set to last.