The commencement of a young boy's pride
Was a familiar glare in tradition's eye
The laws declared within my span
Are compelling me to challenge where I stand
So I've existed in this house
Where every page presents a rule
Every tongue interprets light
Set to stimulate my eyes
This can't be why they locked the doors
And placed our questions in a void
With this letter I imply
That the author molded fiction into verse
They're building arguments but still their answers stand obscure
There's ambition in my ink
But a question is the theme
Will you reply?
I've heard legends of the men who left
They tied a noose around tradition's neck They changed the meaning of their fathers name
And paved a road that disclosed an elusive faith
Am I absorbing this myth?
Should I set foot on this path?
Do I abandon routine
When I've challenged the facts?
I sign this page that's sealed with a thesis
The views they hold have always been subjective
I sign this page that's sealed with a thesis (yeah, my patience lacks the strenght to trust)
The views they hold have always been subjective (the strenght to trust my father's vow)
They locked the doors
And placed our questions in a void
With this letter I imply
That the author molded fiction into verse
The arguments they build are loosing the ground
There's ambition in my ink
But a question is the theme
Will you reply?
Until my doubt has been released
I'll put my faith in what I can see