the thing

take these bags with you

let me be useful before it arrives

this place is crumbling like ice

and i’m made to pay the price

i’ve built this place with love

now they cast me out

from my own land

made by my own hand

the magnate questions

never hears my suggestions

i wish him peace

if conscience brings release

i know that this isn’t the end

they expect I’ll bend

but the storm they’ve caused

is too big to mend

i’ve been loyal to the core

but the tree wants me to recall

the judgement will come

from the iron ore