Never Conquered

stealing beggars change for bliss
i have never conquered less
a tired stare of long lost grace
a no lands man on empty dreams

cling to old and worn out truths
excuses for your own abuse
senile and demented views
to pass it on is not to lose

greedy little ants of war
we took turns to mock the [bad word] paid the ticket, took the ride
we all must learn to say goodbye

cling to old and worn