She said 'tell me a story! ',
I told her I knew none,
'Oh quit your fancy folly,
We both know you can be fun.'
I have been broken, or at least they tried,
they tried to break me, tried to break my past,
put cobwebs in our minds and yellow taints in our eyes,
so as we look out for our brothers we actually looked out for him,
They say birthdays are special days,
so special in many ways,
So we lay hays of wishes and
make praise for riches in health—good health,
Reminiscing the sight of fallen tribesmen
when the barrel of their
guns in those times of thorns
danced to the tune of confusion and scorn.
Once upon a time in the Atlantic,
She held on to me tight,
The ship was bleeding,
Her cry faint and loud.