Thus I Wrote

You’re on the phone
But you’re all alone
In your echo chamber zone
And that’s not good living
You can’t find what’s real
Or process what you feel
Our divisions never heal
Whose reality are you living?

I’ve faith in the future coming
Gotta stand up & fight
I ain’t running

It’s a fractured scene
With divisions between
And a dark screen
From the lies they’re saying
I hate this nasty stuff
It don’t mean they’re tough
It’s just a lying bluff
The patriot games they’re playing

I’ve faith in the future coming
Gotta stand up & fight
I ain’t running

I close my eyes
Have we lost a prize?
Under dark skies
Are we spinning out of control?
Can we still aim?
To play the grand game?
With dignity in our name?
And honour in our soul?

I’ve faith in the future coming
Gotta stand up & fight
I ain’t running