Here I am, sitting
On my bed at 12 am
Listening to the beating of my wooden bed against
The wall and wondering if it is someone knocking at my door.
And I know it isn’t but for one small tiny moment
I think there is someone to say that they
Support me, please.
It’s hard to be a leader when
The troops all leave you because
They can do that, so sure, but if you could
You’d want the opportunity to try to bring
Them back, leave by right and take back in practice
Just like the old book says;
She was so mad when you stepped up to the plate
She hit you on purpose and laughed as you walked
Past her in the halls, never saying anything but
You can feel her stare on the back of your neck
Dangling two feet from the ground, the
Noose tightens like a tie your father used to wear,
The one who was your hero before he had to
Convince you to do this,
Greatest opportunity of your life.