Bring me light, bring me peace,
Some will fight, some as ease,
Dead men walking, knocking on steel doors.
Dead men talking, conversation is a bore.
All alone, here I sit,
Waiting for the phone, half illiterate.
I hope she calls, at least in her disguise,
Walking through the halls,
Of compromise.
Take off your mask,
Breath in the world,
Firm in your grasp,
All the answers will unfurl.