Godwin (Brooke Waggoner)

Like a lion in the dead In the dead of deepest night You sprawl out peacefully Beneath the glowing spheres of light Like a feathered, feathered swan On top of gliding glass You move with perfect ease Among bleeding grass Like a dog gone astray In the middle of the wake You pretend to be a part Of the shuffle of the day I can't stand who I am A villain with a plan Cloaked in robes Made of many friends Yet I remain in a one man land I can't stand who I am A villain with a plan Cloaked in robes Made of many friends Yet I remain in a one man land Like a lion in the dead In the dead of deepest night You sprawl out peacefully Beneath the glowing spheres of light Like a feathered, feathered swan On top of gliding glass You move with perfect ease Among bleeding grass Like a dog gone astray In the middle of the wake You pretend to be a part Of the shuffle of the day