I was born to serve the beggar
who was born to ride the winds of fleeting fortune
turning inside out these potential designs and doubts
I turn to comfort the false pilgrim who slyly chants in unison
before the altar
my very bane was her very boon to be considered
without knowing it, you were her ruin
even as I was part and parcel of her planning
sometimes it's easier to pursue the left handed banner
embrace the scapegoats who wander this barren land
redeem the coupons on which this nation stands
and signal surrender
the ocean washes clean the pearl that's seldom seen
beneath these emerald waters
exiled from this earthly seat of fashion
the years have worn away
my play of passion
will tomorrow hold the key
as I fall on bended knee in supplication
broken is the gift where upon the floor it shatters
free me from these locks and ironic fetters
before morning's first dawn light
return to me my sight and laughter

the apache kid