We tell ourselves that it will change
The clock will tick another way
Will change its ever sounding chime
But we know it never does
It always stays the same.
Fools march through the darkness
Will nothing but a meager flame
To ward off the encroaching wave
We know it is a feeble game
Yet still we play.
Chains clank against our thighs
As we walk through the murky mire
We say we’re free
Why do we lie?
Nothing will ever change.
Our sighs and groans lift to heavens
A cry above raises our eyes
We see an owl fly overhead
We bow in misery.
We stifle our cries and bite our tongues
Who can say whether we've really won?
The owl is free in the stars above.
We know we cannot be.
But a howl in the darkness reminds us
Awakens the inner tragedy
At the sliver of the moon
It wails raises its bushy tail
Its soul cries out in doom and fail
Wrapped in lonely.
Silently we trudge on
To the ever closing dawn
The one that will be our victory song
When will it be?
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