It's high tide in the hero
        The floodgates fail the heart cowers
        Blood of his deeds drowns the town square
        Above it all this statue towers

        And as the captain of a sinking ship
        The instant the waves reach his toes
        Snaps to attention it waits
        Commanding some former pose

        The inscription on which is blurred
        Hey what is the word
        What doe his crumbling mad pedestal say

        To find my way to you is
        Not to find your way to you
        Therefore is not to find my way

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