He burst through the door and screamed the words I can no more
She took him aside, comfortable lack of space and then they spoke no more
Then the strangest fate began to fall right into place
Two unassuming souls one second before no one even knew their names
An old creation reignited and their futures now fortunate
The lady on the news surrounded by followers said "some say this book is as good as god's truth"
These days now hang on a thread
He struggled bad
Now he leads the people through the evil
Now all he wants is a little quiet at the end of the day
He remembers how his wife would hold and take the pressure away
Fame, fortune and an army of followers
A taste of power unlike no other but all he wants is to be beside her
His disciples cling to his book as they march forth to take the land that was once theirs
And destroy those who are not in their sacred church as it is said in the sacred text
These days now hang on a thread
He struggled bad
Now he leads the people through the evil
Those modest days aren't coming back
The great leader rose to reclaim the flag
As he bled out in battle he recalled when life was simple
Simple