Belief In The Small Man

Just as one life turns from birth

Just as the ring finds its worth

Just as the leaf turns to gold

So you and I will be sold

Sold for the work done

While we could feel young

Sold for the new son

Gold for the pure one

Where does our home lie

Where is our own

Lonely the cold cry

Only unknown

Dark comes the night on the aged

Hard comes the day still unpaid yet

All in a bed still unmade it

Chokes like the tomb and it says it’s

Sold for the work done

While we could feel young

Sold for the new son

Gold for the pure one

Where does our home lie

Where is our own

Lonely the cold cry

Only unknown, unknown, unknown

Sold for the work done

While we could feel young

Sold for the new son

Gold for the pure one

Where does our home lie

Where is our own

Lonely the cold cry

Only unknown [repeat]