• A thousand nameless faces staring expectantly
    Desperately wishing to never take his place
    Arms tied behind his back; He's lead to his pyre
    Not a tear will run down his dusty face
    He'll watch the cowardly expressions; His own show
    To keep his mind off the chafing on his wrists
    A lone wanderer; nobody knows this nameless stranger
    If you're not wanted, you're never missed

    Just lead him towards his sentenced end
    Tear bringing, dreams dying
    Watch this nameless stranger descend
    Ropes swinging, children crying

    Let this camouflaged stranger stand proud
    As he's swinging in the final embrace of the ropes
    See his shoulders slump; Bravado's exhausted
    No dreams of salvation, no more fairytale hopes
    Watch the small child clutch his mothers hand
    A steel, firm anchor gripping the ground of reality
    'Momma, what are they going to do to him?'
    Head turned down, silent tears slide down in finality

    Innocence can't exist in a bloody place like this
    So stop trying to salvage what isn't there
    Where bodies hang from rotting tree limbs
    And sanity's drifted off elsewhere
    That little boy's going to grow up, one day
    Rebellion and hatred will age him quickly
    Trying for revenge for his deceased mother
    Ignoring the pleas of the teared-down sickly

    The man's footsteps echo loudly on the wooden stage
    Smiling grimly, he displays a mocking bow
    Outraged guards strike him down in apparent justice
    He just lays paralysed; No one can help him now
    Not even the preacher of the local, money-hungry cult
    Nor the little boy clutching his mother with wide eyes
    Even the silhouetted audience is thinking of a solution
    What to do with the man concealed in a guise?

    'That man's a lone wanderer, chosen to be that way,'
    Hands in his pockets, head tilted towards the ground
    Just hiding his face, like so many others do, now
    He's only taking by example in this shadowed town
    So should he stand up, and fall into the ropes' embrace?
    Or stay down, shying away from confrontation?
    Just lay low, hide behind those taller and prouder
    This pride is his inevitable damnation

    Just lead him towards his sentenced end
    Tear bringing, dreams dying
    Watch this nameless stranger descend
    Ropes swinging, children crying

    That lone wanderer will never fall in a shadow
    He'll stay stubborn 'til his last, shaky breath
    Until those ropes bring him about to his very end
    He'll stay clear of the embrace to death
    As his foot slips off the wooden stage
    He's taken down by the force of his weight
    That lone wanderer that nobody ever knew
    Showed his understanding a little too late

    Now hanging as decoration on a rotten tree limb
    That lone wanderer knew what was to become of him