Where's the proof?
The Witch HuntHiding behind a pillar
You call me a liar
And burn me upon a pyre.
But I am not a witch
Just because you say that I am.
With hungry hands you tie me down
Send me for the slaughter out side town
For each mob that has judged
For every mouth that has damned
For all the thumbs down-turned
Countless times I might have died
Had their words rang true
Not so bold as to say
I fear not the trial by fire ---
I dare you to walk me through the flames.
P. S. And you ain't worth 30 words that rhyme
