In my time of need
When I was growing strong
How could you say I was all wrong?
As I walked up to you
To ask a favor from
How could you sing a different song?
Like a feather that lives so long
Along the beak of a strong song
You were wisdom that we all needed
This last song to gather seed.
As I whispered to my friends
That we had stumbled upon truth
How could you yell upon your lungs
What we had already sent away
And claim it for your very own
Brought home as our one deluded messiah
Like a feather that lives so long
Along the beak of a strong song
You were wisdom that we all needed
This last song to gather seed.
I had two ounces in my pocket
You had traded me for my soul
Which I now carried forever more
Saying I was free in every deed
And on my lasting journey home,
So locked in your greedy empire I,
It was all unfaithful truth and a silenced song.
Like a feather that lives so long
Along the beak of a strong song
You were wisdom that we all needed
This last song to gather seed.
