Revolution Song No. 3

In the ruins of my kingdoms
In the rubble of the discontent
of ages past and youth regretted,
there is hope.
(O, there is always hope.)
And I walk among the ramparts,
the stones of things that I once wanted
bought and sold and dearly bartered,
and there is joy.
(O, there is always joy.)
I laugh in my own revolution
smile and sing:
I’m still the king!

Every year I build it.
Every year I tear it down.

And I wander in the rubble,
And gather rocks of good intentions,
make informed and wise decisions.
There is love.
O, there is always love.

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