As I walked down the street kicking the head of a deadman,
I started to ponder this thought,
That what lay beneath our feet,
Only six deep,
Is what history sadly forgot,
All the times that we've had since our world began,
Slowly begins to rot,
And the simplest ways,
We view these days,
Makes me a bit distraught,
In the lack of knowledge I'd wish to learn more than,
What little we are taught,
And not just the famous,
The bold and the bravest,
But the dreams of those who have fought,
To and fro in my brain these ideas they ran,
Until finally they became wrought,
And I guess in the end,
I will tell you my friend,
All of this matters naught.
