Will's Pavilion - Here I Am

Here I am at last
I’d like to learn from the past
When I rest and close my eyes
I can finally see who I am inside
Outside it's all about the dollar
Devotion calls to everyone
Join their game, all it costs is your freedom
All you are is a hired gun
Months and years all blend together, dreams forgotten, wishes made
Place your hopes upon your young ones, wide-eyed visions still untamed
Blaming one another over cash or creed or colour is by design
To have a chance to have a future
A slight of hand, hope denied
Rushing headstrong along but the method is wrong and your losing
One more day blending away into the next one
Each one is the same but there’s no one to blame but yourself
Progress is short and tomorrow start over again
The clock on the wall doesn’t tell you how to spend time
It counts the wasted hours until the wine
Comparing stress and deeper debts with your new friends
Until justice is served in a glass to numb your mind
When you're tired of politicians caring only when you pay the cash
Raze the norm, raise your spirit, now’s the time to give a damn
Tomorrow’s never kind to those with best intentions
Time for you to take control, grab some balls and kick some ass

Written by:
Glen Trainor

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