A Flower on the Stairs

The water is low; the fire is high.
The lake waits on the other side.

For all those disobedient bastards;
Who just will not obey their Master!

They say that if there’s truth its hidden.
I say that they’ve got to be kidding.

Its written on their hearts and minds.
And if they look I know they’ll find.

That there’s a flower on the stairs;
For those who’ll rise up from their chairs!