music of history

a broken mirror tells a complex tale

if we can see the patterns in blank space

hearts reconstruct what guns cannot erase

 

each bill is paid right on the monthly nail

and there's no need to bow nor to debase

a broken mirror tells a complex  tale

 

which is enough not one of us could fail

to reach the target find the safer place

where masks can drop and each can show their face

a broken mirror tells a complex tale

a late discovery

it is not who you think that wields the blade

nor any force you have that wins the prize

so now you tremble and now you're afraid

 

so many colours all this day pervade

the countryside and trouble our surmise

it is not who you think that wields the blade

 

to cut through centuries and shred the braid

of all our recollection killing lies

so now you tremble and now you're afraid

 

that what was fair and clean will be unmade

but no one knows what good word to advise

it is not who you think that wields the blade

 

nor any of the ones who could downgrade

your expectations and crush your disguise

so now you tremble and now you're afraid

 

and want to argue or else want to trade

some paltry goods for sight of those bright eyes

it is not who you think that wields the blade

so now you tremble and now you're afraid