Elevated above this sea of faces
Jostling, caring not to claim their places
Bets are bet and of yet, few have saving graces
The cards are dealt, they have all the aces
Limbo is the norm it seems to be
Come now, be done with it, where is thy moral victory.
Gaze at the knowing throng, to see someone
See up now into the blinding sun
Look back into the rack, the face has gone
All seems distant now, what’s done is done
The three masters leaving port out into open sea
Stand still do not shake, who claims this moral victory
The rope seems to burn, yet cold to touch
For all that has been done, it was not much
A shady life a secret wife, as such
The cups not brimming now no brood to clutch
A moment’s hesitation too late for clemency
Shuffle forward stand, is theirs the moral victory
Who will cast a tear for this demented child
Becoming a man before a chance to be wild
Lose neither sleep nor weep, for one who’s been defiled
The life was took before the start was styled
No turning back now, she’ll be well out at sea
To have to have not is mine the moral victory
My brother’s safe, the traps beneath my feet
Of all that burns there’s nothing like cold heat
They think that as they drink, they have me beat
His sweetheart and he, have new life to meet
In new lands greater love young and free
My life is done I have it, the moral victory. |  |
