Of Who Is Me

Remember me Remember then 1250 years Will it ever end? 1250 years on different streets So many different faces, so many different lies we’ve been But it’s still the same you and it’s still the same me. Do you remember 1215 The begging screaming crying We made them kneel Before we exorcised justice Yeah....you remember me The quiet we have to hold The sacrifice we have to see Too many stories told about the real you and me! We stand here in their halls We listen quietly Legends of truths untold To them - mere fantasy I recognise the stance, the silent history seen. I recognise the eyes of someone knowingly. Until the next time perhaps a thousand years it will be without a word said between us I know who you are and you know of and who is me.