Passing through a time when crescent moon hangs high. No love in the stars, facing western sky. Still she's longing for you though you can't be found. Everyone can hear you when you make no sound. When the skies open wide, you are still a pawn. Pause for just one moment on your noble path. Noble only cause you fought your way back here. In the castle walls the ruler's tears are sad. You cannot give back, what you never had. On your dying day, you are still a pawn. The poet sat before them with nothing to say. The joker sighed relief, it was not his day. The silence it said all his heart tried to conceal. Now he spends his days laboring in the fields. When the sun is sinking low, you are still a pawn.

Composição: Matthew B. Mayes