Placing the helm on my head
I see the clouds up ahead
Please let me ride.
Please let me ride.
Holding an egg in my hand
I fear the battle at hand
Don’t let me die.
Don’t let me die.
Raise your flags, men
On toy horses we ride
Life, like a dream
Stretched forever into the blue sky.
Twenty-one days to the shore
A trip to the well will add seven days mores
Time to cry.
A time to cry.
Dipping my head in the well
I hear their pink voices clanging like bells
If you want to be forgiven
You must leave us a pink ribbon.
Why do I need to be forgiven? you ask of me
Twelve years ago I deserted my company
This led to the death of three men who depended on me.
But my life overwhelmed me
It seemed so absurd
To die when the meaning of
Life was still blurred.
But now I can see that survival is vain
When death is the trophy of gold that all souls seek to gain!
Now we will ride to shore
Mermaids and seashells will witness our war
We are high
For tomorrow we die.
Horses scratch their hoofs on the checkerboard grass
War frees the soul from its vessel of glass
We are high
For tomorrow we die.
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