The Archer's Son - The Con Man pt. I

Keep your mind
Keep it sharp
There are certain things
You learn in the dark
Hold me tender
Hold me so near
I can tell you
What it is I fear
You are a bastard
A con man at best
There's so many pages
That you regret
Taking your chance
Or hedging your bets
Finding the truth
A heart-wrenching test
You are an orphan
A lost little pet
There were no signs
To help you forget
Knowing your number
Entrenched in your brain
Nursing the spark
That somehow remains
Protect your chest
Keep it safe
No one ever will
Find their way
Stay right there
I've got a surprise
If they knew
How often they lied
You are a scoundrel
A con man at best
There's so many boxes
Left unchecked
Climbing the ladder
Missed a few steps
Clawing your way
Forgot the rest
Building an empire
Made out of mud
Torching the pages
Forget me not
Knowing the spring days
Long and gone
What you will do
Is carry on

Written by:
Andrew Rees

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