Hostaged Soul
Don’t monkey around with dreams, my friend
It’s a risky game
No one really knows
When the nightmare stalks
Don’t play with the tides too often
They can be so deceiving
The surface currents chart never
The fathoms underneath
Don’t tie a ribbon around the sun
To insure the break of day
For even the rooster sometimes fails to crow
To prevent Peter’s sin.
Everyone fantasizes eternal glory
Without the burden of tears
But no one controls his own fate
In potter’s field of commerce
Only the return of silver coins
Will liberate your soul once more
…then go offer Judas
While Jesus is still on the cross
For it you tarry a while
You, too,
Will be crucified!