
Date of issue: 12.07.2012
Song language: English
Poets and Paupers |
A noble pursuit is the search for truth |
But it brings little earthly gain |
And the hatred of those who don’t dare to be different |
Can freeze the heart with bitter pain |
A vile pursuit is the search for wealth |
A status to debase your peers |
Green flames burn hot to warm egos |
A rot that grows with the years |
A lonely pursuit is the search for love |
Sincerity now so hard to find |
But to reap this reward should be our goal |
Forever 'till the ends of time |
Some do believe greater wealth is in deeds |
That further the mind, heart, and soul |
Yet most can’t conceive the true value of self |
Just a minuscule part of the whole |
To not blend in with the backdrop of sin |
Brings on the hate of the masses so cruel |
Their mediocrity serves to forge the chains |
That bind us drowning in this stagnant pool |
Though all of perdition hate the poet |
And the majority omits the poor |
Neither can deny our salvation |
Nor close the perennial door |
Society’s outcasts are those with the truth |
Individuals in a world of 'the norm' |
Shamed into thinking we have no worth |
And useless since the day we were born |
They tell me I’ve accomplished naught |
And sometimes I believe it’s true |
Yet all of my endeavors are justly spent |
If with these words I reach you |