Vals de Muchos

If to reach a gram of happiness
I must bow down and kiss the shield
I choose not to bathe in your dead sea
I have my own contradictions

Despite which I recognize that

Doesn't sound bad another chance
There's still balm to endure
The young feel they are
Where they need to be

A future full of people
Healthy, wealthy, lonely
What's the point of hating a king
If you also dream of being one?

Only reigns the confusion
Despite which I recognize that

Doesn't sound bad another chance
There's still balm to endure
The young feel they are
Where they need to be

We don't see it, but we are
An identical army
Advancing determined
A path
Without knowing where it begins
Nor why we have come

Despite which I recognize that

Doesn't sound bad another chance
There's still balm to endure
The evils that are no longer hundreds or such and

Doesn't sound bad another chance
There's still balm to endure
The young are back to being
Where they need to be