When I Sing (Grow) Up
Had my tongue out, we were flung out
Right before the evil horde.
Pants, he cowers, bloody showers
And there chants the sorcerer.
We could try to, take the portal
On a path to certain doom.
Horror’s closing, all around us
No way from this morbid room.
If I spoke up, we’d be able
If I spoke up, we’d turn the tables.
Trying hard to, play the lute to
Bolster up some confidence.
Unaffected, to your weapons
Damn the consequences.
If I sung out, we’d be able
If I sung out, we’d turn the tables.
Blood and blisters, on my fingers
Chaos rules if we should fail.
Tirah’s chasing, Morgan’s blazing
When I sing up, we’ll be able
When I sing up, we’ll all be fabled.