Dawn is quakin'
Sleepy towns are wakin'
Some kid is shakin' in his boots
As he boards a plane bound to where freedom is just a dream
and they need him to bring some hope and build some steam
to end the nightmare of ruthless leaders
and bottom feeders
spillin' blood and squashing notions beneath their feet.
He's their genie in a bottle
Rub the lamps and pull the throttle
What three wishes will they choose?
Their own lives or
their kids' for future posterity
Or maybe it's prosperity
some seek instead
Leaving behind
Friday night lights
Where touchdowns make things right
and beans or no beans
is the biggest thing on people's minds.
Bound for barren lands,
Rabbit's foot and cross in hand
Say a prayer and breathe amen
Wipe a tear and calm the fear
Construct a facade of courage
Forge a dam to hold thoughts in reserve for later date
When the weight of third world countries
no longer rests on him.
"I'll show you"
last words to Dad
before signing his life away on the dotted line,
having no mind of what it would mean
to obey another man,
follow orders without question,
submit and surrender to a greater purpose
than being in by midnight.
Sober now, with mixed emotion
No turning back
But can't look forward
One step at a time
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe out
Count to ten
Repeat again.
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