He is Out There
You grind your heels
deep into the soul of thousands;
You stand tall, confident of your
privileged status, your right to speak
built up through the generations
your genes have multiplied here;
Your god given birth right
One soul is dark
One soul is shuttered
One soul anoints himself
protagonist
Believing just as you do
That he is the chosen
The strong arm of the wreaker
The mouth crying for vengeance
He is the fuse in the gelignite,
You lit the spark
We will bleed as always
To colour the hero gold
