And So I've Gone

The greed of your ambitions drive you so,

My careless trust and your calculative (he)Art;

It was not your intention to let me go.

Deliver your speeches, put on your show

A clown mocks the seriousness of his act.

The greed of your ambitions drive you so.

Perhaps these flowers were ready to grow,

Eden a picturesque vision you hang on your wall;

It was not your intention to let me go.

If I should weep as your shovel pierces a foreign soil,

If bush fires burn cold the lives belonging to me,

The greed of your ambitions drive you so.

You don't see, or perhaps you choose not to,

Your selfish desire for more has held me down to less.

It was not your intention to let me go.

Suppose I lashed these lands with wounds of grey,

Put on my shoes and ran away,

Will the greed of your ambitions continue to drive you so?

You never thought you were letting me go.