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Checkmate with a Pawn
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Here Comes Hope Through all the tragedy, through all the turmoil…I will find the strength to carry on
Hiking up hills of hope and paths of potential to dark and dangerous destinations unknown
And I am surely confident that I can capture the King with this puny pathetic pawn
I witness a wicked reality dead ahead while dreaming of cherished times long forgone
The candid colors of this corrupted colony shine in the sullied streets and are shamelessly shown
Through all the tragedy, through all the turmoil…I will find the strength to carry on
Strident screams of surrender attempt to escape from stitched shut mouths, but my sword is already drawn
My allies and comrades are already waving white flags in the distance and their tainted towels, in the disgusting debris, have been thrown
And I am surely confident that I can capture the King with this puny pathetic pawn
If I collapse along with the rest of the dominos, all I request is that my body be buried alongside my muse in Stratford-upon-Avon
Allow Mother Nature and Father Time to peacefully turn me into dust and dinner and bone
Through all the tragedy, through all the turmoil…I will find the strength to carry on
In the distance appears a blurred beacon of bliss and peace at the break of dawn
Doves begin to finally flap their wounded wings in the same sky where hawks and bombs once flown
And I am surely confident that I can capture the King with this puny pathetic pawn
Rooks, bishops, and knights have disgracefully forfeited and the enemy has withdrawn
Bonds once broken are glued back together and boundaries are erased on the demilitarized zone
Through all the tragedy, through all the turmoil…I will find the strength to carry on
And I am surely confident that I can capture the King with this puny pathetic pawn
