EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

no battle to name

escape a glorious victory
balloon gas flows away
giving power to the people
chokes the daemons for the day
to hope or too late
killing any son’s dreams and wait
future across a nation too lost
revolution for hate
our life on the line
this game to play
this fortune we pray
forget the wonder on the past
you must travel far
there is no other way
bluebirds into heart
there’s no battle to name