Ben Caplan - Southbound

Waking up in a sea of enmity
Could this be my last recourse
Will these men conspire to end me
Must I mount this feeble horse ride into the southern distance leave behind this live I've led
Shall I risk my my own existence
O'er these words that must be said

Southbound as the wind blows past me
To the town I've left behind
Will this plague of hate outlast me
Will I find some peace of mind

Onwards cross the scorching sands
My sole companion left as dead
Now on foot in foreign lands
And still that price upon my head
The weeks cocoon, fly off as years
And still I wander wondering
Has my life been worth the tears
And will my last breath mean a thing

Southbound as the wind blows past me
To the town I've left behind
Will this plague of hate outlast me
Will I find some peace of mind