Niamh Songtext
von Boudicca

I cannot crush their curiosity
In my inherited wrath
I cannot accept your apathy
Push them down your dead-end path

I refuse to be condemned
To a world not made for me
To feel ashamed in standing tall
And sit silent whilst they bleed


Children read De Cleyre together
Ants speak of mighty things
Delusion-sick in perceived power
Fight the real enemy

So foolish are we to dream
Of more than we can reach
Of a future bright and fair
With only tyrants on their knees

I′ll have to cut my losses
And embrace Tír na nÓg
Wave my peers off as I greet Niamh
For the sake of my own hope

Niamh, won't you let me up?