Golden Bars

Put on a mask and set that mother on fire
So they can see it from the mountain spire
To smoke out the injustice begotten
Who me? No I have not since forgotten

For freedom, we must contend
From cradle, to bitter end
I dread the golden bars I'm forced to take
Even though, yeah, they keep me awake.

Awake enough to show the things that I hate.
Tugging at your legs to give me some escape.
To invite me over there by a fire with some new friends.
I just want to be guided in my quest to make amends.

I cannot pardon the errors of what I see.
It's just another cursed deck dealt out to me.
But now I know the reality of a king without his crown.
Like a broken promise, shards of honor scattered all around.

But what if that honor was not in pieces forever?
What if we can weld them all back together?
Benevolence is not meant to be hidden.
For some sins can always be forgiven.