The whole world watches what we do
And what we don't do.
When we do not choose our role
Our role is chosen for us.
Gulliver came to understand, as did Addie Bundren
In the shifting desert sands at dawn a weary boy stifles a yawn
He hears the call to prayers
And prays as he scans the horizon
His brothers at arms are scattered about, some sleeping, some dead
His prayer is frantic, driven by dread, He's got bees buzzing in his head, his prayer is frantic, driven by dread
He knows they're out there
Far away others pray
for another day
For their brave young son.