A Servant

What was denied from poor I thought to be riches I run for them there and then It made me take my due To death I'd plunge with joy My happiness to claim I am prepared to face the war Under the black soil I'm righteous if I so desire Until I reveal my worth And take to myself What was denied from me I stalked them in their celebrations I delved into their words I aimed at the highest of the high And decided it's mine to take [Chorus:] Wont to crawl I was To cringe and fawn A servant on hours of day But a holder of nocturnal sway What was denied from poor I thought to be love I run for it here and now It makes me take my due [Chorus] (x3)