You have to lead, when others will only follow,
Yet you’re backstage with your head hung low, and your insides feeling hollow.

Carryin’ the weight of ten shoulders on your back,
Ten soldiers sing the words you speak, but it’s innocence they lack.

So Jack and Jill went up the hill, and Humpty Dumpty falls,
You speak of building bridges, whilst you only erect walls.

One Troubadour meets another, two poets intertwine,
A day in the life is what you seek, but the book you sold is mine.

Sassoon once spoke of suicide, still he lived to tell the tale,
An episode of life seen by one mans eyes, yet the story will prevail.

So rather than stare in the mirror, infatuated by what you see,
Throw your cautions to the wind, and make a stand with me.