Earth Poem

A dull evening in a rundown village Eyes half asleep I recall thirty years And five wars I swear the future keeps My ear of corn And the singer croons About a fire and some strangers And the evening is just another evening And the singer croons And they asked him: Why do you sing? And he answered: I sing because I sing... And they searched his chest But could only find his heart And they searched his heart But could only find his people And they searched his voice But could only find his grief And they searched his grief But could only find his prison And they searched his prison But could only see themselves in chains