The day will come when they will be true
When every word of them will be nodded at
And written in a book so made sacred
In the future people might even
Put their hands on its cover when taking an oath
Or being sworn into high office
Churches could be built around them
Prayers may rise to them
Inevitably there will be an alter
And sacrifices
Suffering in the name of healing
One day they could well be
The kind of system they rebelled against
They might go from being a key to a shackle
Then it all starts again