Promise me one thing?
I want to hear you sing;
Forget the pain,
You can’t contain.
There is beauty in The Sting.
Though it’s hopelessness we fear,
And we’d be anywhere but here,
We stay so still,
As if we’re ill.
So we’re soon to disappear.
No one would notice if we were gone,
We lie absently straight through dawn;
You’re on your own,
But you’re not alone,
For your God has not withdrawn.
I dare you now to make a stand,
Forget the fear ‘come with this land,
We are not bound,
To just confound,
So do stand up and this sleep disband.