When I fell, I gave my hand again, and again I broke my knees for them, for them I'v done wrong, judge me now I confess, my rule of law, is broken To have, to hold It's justice, you have told Sorrow won't solve the unspoken question And the memory is yet to be stained In the wayward course of time Beyond the surface lies the anathema of the being Sovereign in mind, Subjected in kind, Incarcerated, in coercion I live my shadowlife I stand speechless beside this man I know I must, I am that man