Viva La Vida

spin me a fairytale of hope,
strengthen my faith in good,
tell me how fairness has ever won

do you think of me as naïve?
don’t you think I know?
of the demons that hide deep

would you teach me to judge?
would you snap me out of my dream?
you would rot beneath degraded morals?

But would I not know?
that you call me a dreamer
that you call me an idealist

and could I not tell apart?
the good from the bad
and the wrong from the right

I know what’s possible
my faith rekindles hope
no sooner than you blow it out

would you then mock me?
and laugh at my innocence?
for I now insist even more

that you spin me a fairytale of hope,
strengthen my faith in good
and tell me how fairness has ever won . . .