Softly Singing To Myself

This makes me think of the goverment

I sit

Softly sing to myself

Under the warmth of the willow

 

Swaying and breathing

The hands cover me

Like a blanket of sorrow

 

Its voice calls out

Speaking an unknown language

I can't discover

 

Sweatly yearning

To understand the ways

We educate ourselves

 

So hard to see

Why no one listens

To those whom are true

 

Who be considered mighty

Make everything wrong

What power does to them

 

It controls them

They blind themselves

From the truth in our eyes