The Faithful Servant
Rock on rock
Hard like rock
Cold like rock
Sharp edged rockHard like rock
The calculating machine
I was crushed
Down below and in betweenLike a lion
Mistaken as a friend
I forgot the claws
That got me in the endI was useful
But only for a while
My ideas soon
Were out of styleMy greater good
And my integrity
Will be valued
When they later seeMight is right
So my enemies say
They feared my mind
And made my body payNot enough love
Stood by my side
They promised forever
But I think they lied
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