Waking up in a sea of enmity
could this be my last recourse
will these men conspire to end me
must I mount this feeble horse 

ride into the southern distance
 leave behind this live I’ve led
shall I risk my my own existence
o’er these words that must be said

Southbound as the wind blows past me
to the town I’ve left behind 
will this plague of hate outlast me
will I find some peace of mind

Onwards cross the scorching sands
my [bad word] left as dead
now on foot in foreign lands
and still that price upon my head

the weeks cocoon, fly off as years
and still I wander wondering
has my life been worth the tears
and will my last breath mean a thing

Southbound as the wind blows past me
to the town I’ve left behind 
will this plague of hate outlast me
will I find some peace of mind