Ironsides Family/Armstrong/Ode to Misery

The Ode to Misery

Lord Armstrong, our Hero of Democracy sought to express what he had felt after his best friend Count Jon Paul betrayed him by destroying the Congress of Democracy. This song was the result of that search.

(to the tune of "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" by George Harrison)

He rode out the gate with his eyes gazing no where

A broken heart lost in the deep

Turn away, please don’t look, his soul bruised and beaten

Betrayed by false hope through sleep

He knew not how to make his life whole again

Except to find his home in the dark

He fought so long to build this home here

Lost identity breaks the beat

See that man riding there cloaked face hidden neatly

He’s torn apart at the seams

Empty chest, no direction, wanderlust takes its game

Our man must weep

They questioned how long he would last

Putting his neck on the line

They gambled fast that he would crash

Too high to climb, his way to go

Noble in blood, mere man of flesh

There’s no sympathy

All left alone wandering going no where

He lived too long in his dreams