Beacon - Guards

I am the author

This is my book

It is a mistake

Just have a look

When once its city

Hits down for good

I know you can’t change it

Wouldn’t if I could

Hey little girl sitting next to me

Never let him tell you what you need to be

Never let him tell you how to write your book

Never let him tell you how you need to look

Rolling, look out in the night

Hold yourself out to the light

Real ones don’t fade away

No, they just burn out if and when

And I’m the director

This is my set

This is my movie

That heaven sent

Hey little girl sitting next to me

Never let him tell you what you need to be

Never let him tell you how to write your book

Never let him tell you how you need to look

Rolling, deep out in the night

Hold yourself out to the light

Real ones don’t fade away

No, they just burn a different way

We know this is, it can’t be done

This war of wars, it can’t be won

Every soldier’s someone’s son

And if all that did much for every teen

Listen, don’t fly into a dream

Here’s my rifle, here’s my gun

Here’s my only son

On the ground

Tell us something, make it good

Tell me life should understood

Tell me that it’s just begun

Oh, tell me that you’re having fun

Sunday beacon, Sunday light

Send the hour into the light

Real ones don’t fade away

No, they just burn a different way

Make it special, say we should

Happily do what no one could

Great beginnings, better ends

So come along and bring a friend

Here we go now, Harlem boy

Tell me what you can’t afford

Take the rifle, take the gun

Oh, shoot me in the blazing sun