Lyrics

I have written for prophets and I have written for kings
I have written of battles and marvels and every monotonous thing
I have written for despots and I have written for thieves
But when my day comes, who will speak for me?
Yeah when my day comes, who will speak for me?

I have chronicled daydreams and I have chronicled seeds
And I have written ten thousand books that no one ever reads
I have chronicled man and his countless evil deeds
But when my day comes, who will speak for me?
Yeah when my number’s called, who will speak for me?

My name is no one and I’ll write your woe
Or your joy or your triumph or the evil of your foe
And you can write your name on the cover but still I know
That one day soon I will reap just what I sow
When the ink dries, I will reap just what I sow

But when my day comes, who will speak for me?
Yeah when my day comes, who will speak for me?