Southbound - Ben Caplan

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