The Tear of a Page

They're raising the taxes
when there isn't enough
just to cover their asses
as their promises bluff
we've been toiling and working
with nothing from a half
the prisoners are boiling
we have the final laugh
elections wait for lies
the voter is king
as hunger is a drive
letting freedom ring
on mourning is the day
louder than the sun
with any thing to say
freedom must be won
we walk on the tears
beside the sky
for all of our years
a campaign lie
for some of the same
none of the rest
a worshiper game
put to the test
inside the mind
tragedy
for all the kind
gravity
challenge the heart
without hate
a final start
empty fate
into air
our breath
as we share
a death
liberty
undone
completely
unsung
a life
long
our strife
gone
the light
wild
the night
child