What’s this symbol above my door?
Is it condemnation or a sign of the times?
Am I to be the archetype of goodness
In a world full of sin? Of tasteless crimes?
Will they look to me to fill their minds,
With all the words they cannot find?
When love darts across the ocean,
Will I find truth is a simple emotion?
What is philosophy without words?
What is the sky without birds?
What is ruling without contrition,
When you don’t have God’s permission?
Are these things my station,
When murder rules the nation?
Does being in love with the outsider
Make you a bona fida?
Will my words span every degree?
Are they lies or do you just disagree?