The Hidden Ache
Bob Summer / Illdisposed
Bitter modern child, with your dreams tugged around you
The dreams so cold, they are mine
With the prospects they haunt you
My ache is hidden
In read lights I see you, and your hate
About time you found me
Your hand in mine
In dark rooms we're hurting
Through hidden times
All hail to the forgotten past
They took me equally with kings
So you're learning, soon becoming my pupil
In the darkness I'll teach you
I'll make you man
In moistful mornings through the only path
Stating I never want your wings
Never argue, never compromise
Wide from mine the hidden ache
Do wonders to realize all the questions you may have