Mason Maestro


*The Ballad of Willembury (the vision)


Central square, the park unfolded
Buildings rising all around me
Darkness falls- light's here to stay
Willembury's faithful has found thee

...Am I the only one with this tangible vision?
Just watch the sparrows play
and the seals in around the bay
You know, it's not so cold by the 12th of May

Her streets were straight and she was singing
Open bell, time for stock exchange
The sun shun strong against her window payns
There isn't one who would beg for change

No large gaps in class
No one sleeps on grass
As head of state, my home's a basement suite
We're all equal here
The objective's clear
Our bed is made, so other nations can follow suit

Submitted: Thursday, March 31, 2005
Edited: Monday, February 06, 2006

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