The Mockingbird's Song

I’m sitting on a hill weaving daisy chains underneath an oak tree forgetting all my pains. And the battle rages on there’s chaos all around but I won’t fight till dawn, my sword’s stuck in the ground. It will stay there planted until the truth I find because another bloody battle is raging in my mind. And somewhere in the distance I hear a battle cry and the mockingbird is singing as all around me arrows fly. I will fight for freedom, I will die to plant the seed, I will give it all for love and truth I’m not afraid to bleed and I will beat the devil. I won’t rest until he’s dead but he devil that I’m fighting is the one in my own head. So I sit here in silence my sword is in the ground, rooted like the tree that grows upon this burial mound. Ancient remains of soldiers just like you and me that fought and bled and died to set their people free. And the birds nest in the branches as I’m lying in the shade the roots grow among the bones the price the martyrs paid. As the sun set the mocking bird sang a lullaby and a heavy slumber closed my eyes under the rising moon. When I awoke under the tree at dawn I was missing a rib and a limb was gone and in the place I stuck my sword was this guitar and I strummed a chord and the chimes of freedom rang.