I put my clothes to dryin the belief that my wish would be granted
a normal, mundane life
is it too much to ask?
a new shelter for my dreams
dedicated to my task
I sing tunelessly
with a resolve with no sustenance
should I wait for a revolution
for things to turn my way
with a design of my dreams
ultimately, when I do review my life
I won't be able to see the war
you win, or I win
we both lose on the humanity front
