The Cage
Cool down and find some shade
The Suns been digging graves
It strikes to let you know you're dying
The whisper to attain
The riches left in vain
The quiet mind's no longer lying
A shovel, axe, and chair
The one with luck sits there
But those who swing and dig are smiling
Cut teeth and cut the cloth
Begin at once get lost
You know the forest won't stop calling
Oh Pretty Page
She longed to see the stage
But her words kept falling apart
Sings sad refrains from clipped wings in a cage
Just see's the end not the start
Oh dear that metaphor
The one that brought the war
It made our foes seem less than human
Just send the cannonball and raise the sword to fall
Upon the necks we ain't approving