The Bitter Suite Vi: Abandon

Strangers in the soil, so hide your enmity
Are you living up to ghosts or does virtue disagree?

Use your gifts for good, rescue them from greed
Find a proper voice as the thistle in the wreath

Move them to truth, far from ruin
A barricade, the myth I made, the wolves at bay
I know that history fades and sympathy dithers away
The City's Son living under my thumb

You couldn't compromise so keep playing with fire

Move them to truth, far from ruin
A barricade, the myth I made, the wolves at bay
I know that history fades and sympathy dithers away



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Writer(s): Casey Blue Crescenzo
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