Rested worn a ripened apple Slung around in rounds Braced a tackle, that is our life And if they fight Then we must fight Open wounds, their sword to my knife Hum passe constitutional chords averse to our rights This only fuels more to the trife The poor do realize Your war is their pie Underscored in red line And it's why We see off in the distance A must in these eyes It's passed us Yet steady he mines, Digging deeper in a field of old times And I've been up late nights