| Noble Heads |
|---|
| If patience is a virtue |
| then why is it so easy for you |
| maybe it’s just your way |
| of silently leaving here today |
| That this is just a dream |
| that now, |
| lives on its own |
| If there where a noble |
| head here, i should be humble |
| But they’re all corrupted |
| uncut stone, left un-dusted |
| They draw they’re own breath |
| and are free to go |
| at it alone |
