Thy Land Byzantium

Lead me to better place where i can be alone, take me to another place,
Thy Land Byzantium
I must not stay here in this Orphaned land, tortured by mother earths
Callous hand
She cracks and bends us to the point of break to fuel the war machines
With lives to take.
Take me to Byzantium to be free, help me leave the Ground of Ruin and
Mediocrity
To where humanity flowers and all love will thrive, to start out again
And feel a new day arrive
We will show the poets that their art shall inspire and help lift the masses
From the stone grey mire.
(The story of our lives reveals the wounds we hold,
The pain in which we fear
And dries the tears of new and old.)
They will live richly on the crest of our wave, yes poets, painters,
Muses your art shall save
Byzantium heals the wounds I hold, shows the pain in which I fear and
Dries the tears of new and old.