Look at them

So innocent and young

Look way, way, down

At the kids, on the merry go round

They play and laugh

And don’t think that

People will judge what they say

Because they say it every day

But I know better

We’re not birds of a feather

But I’ll agree with him

So I’m not stuck in

My isolated tower

And I can stay in power

Even if I need to keep quiet

Because they mustn’t start a riot

I can never state my opinion

Or else you would need to fix it

So I’ll keep my thoughts way down deep

Until th day death comes to reap

Maybe then I find a way

To express the thoughts I have every day