End of the Road - Soom T

I am an old coat hanging on a peg dusty behind the door

A worn n cold old goat dragging my feet along the shore

With no bag to carry shoes to wear, a song within my throat

I have everything I need to get me to the servant’s boat

The end of the road — where stands my true keeper

No more a servant a lost out here

A speck of dust upon the street holding a heavy load

Which I’ve taken off my back to reach the end of the road

End of the road — we are

End of the road

Where all slaves escaping wars by restless butchers hunting riches

Stay steady on our trail as we hide out in muddy ditches

Until we reach the pier to get to safety with the many hitchers

Who are the few chosen to loosen the grasp of these dark fingers

The end of the road — where stands my true keeper

No more a servant a lost out here

A speck of dust upon the street holding a heavy load

Which I’ve taken off my back to reach the end of the road

End of the road — we are

End of the road

Yo, the coat made its way quickly to the kitchen below deck

Crying with disbelief how did such a filthy wreck

Manage such a feat against the soldiers of hell

Reach the top of the tower to ring the freedom bell

We are slaves no more but sailors with the truest of true keepers

No more languishing in prison cells the grimmest reapers

Freedom is our only goal now we have found the deeper

Meaning to this façade which keeps us from being seekers

The end of the road — where stands my true keeper

No more a servant a lost out here

A speck of dust upon the street holding a heavy load

Which I’ve taken off my back to reach the end of the road

End of the road — we are

End of the road

You are my true keeper yeah

My true keeper, yeah yeah

My true keeper you’ve taken me to the aww yeah…