Broken - Rome

Who deserves greatness deserves their hate

For they are no surer than the hailstone in the sun

Where he should find them brave

Where he should find them lions

He finds them hares

For like hares they run

What darker light could one soul bring?

Why should his pride have no single sting?

The last of his kind, no witness to his grief

Their words are empty, a soldier’s life being brief

Now here’s the truth of it

The oath it is broken

All allegiances, even promises unspoken

Will die broken within him

These souls of geese who bear the shapes of men

He’ll leave the fold and make his war his own blend

To peck the eagles, they brought in the crows

Has Rome ever known the value of her own?

What darker light could one soul bring?

Why should his pride have no single sting?

The last of his kind, no witness to his grief

Their words are empty, a soldier’s life being brief

Now here’s the truth of it

The oath it is broken

All allegiances, even promises unspoken

Will die broken within him

For your voices I have fought

Watched for your voices

For your voices bear wounds

Battles won for your voices