A   L a n d   W i t h o u t   N a m e
	
	I must ask you to recall 
	how once we warned you all,
	but you stopped your ears 
	and turned your gaze away.
	
	When you'd come around, 
	you brought judgment down.
	I could feel my pity 
	burning up in rage.

	We tried to do our best,
	but we can't clean up this mess.
	Don't tell me I cried wolf
	while you snarl like a hound.
	
	And they'll do it all again, saying, "now is not like then."
	"We are so much kinder and much wiser than before."
	We should have learned by now, that this will not work out.
	But the soul is as thin as the mind is short.

	You said you never would,
	but now it's for the good.
	For just a moment,
	I had thought that I'd gone mad.
	
	You've lost your voice old friend;
	sounds from your lips make no sense.
	The calls of beasts and birds
	speak more clearly than do you.

	I once had hoped to stay, but now I hear them bay.
	I know I am not welcome anymore.
	So then I think I'll go, I will seek and I will roam;
	I will find my home in a land without name.