A Story Told

We are friends are we not?

And our interests are the same

We collaborate

And trust in fate to parcel out the blame

There are ends we've all got

That can justify the means

We negotiate

Then fabricate the facts behind the scenes

Keeping all the details vague

And secrets hidden

Safe on the balanced sheet of those you trust

Because, history is a story told by the winners of the fight

You imply a little

Lie a little

Testify a little

Try a little

Sailor

Who's gonna question what goes on in the middle of the night?

Not a tinker, not a tailor

Not his father or Mercedes

Or a jailor

So we all are agreed

Let's be vigilant and wise

We must all pretend our naive friend was caught in his own lies

For our plan to succeed we must share but one belief

Edmund Dantes stays and ends his days

Inside the Château d'If

Where the softest things he'll touch are stones and darkness

Deep in the craggy isle and dungeon's keep

Because, history's a story told by the men who make the laws

We supply a little lie

To help the gullible to buy a little fable

What will become of the righteous men who fashioned Dantes' flaws?

The rich

And well respected

Are no more to be rejected at our table

I'll be comfort in her time of grief and anguish

I'll be Mercedes' ever faithful acolyte

Every night

A part of me wishes Dantes didn't have to languish

But I can see

It's him or me

Let him sit there and rot till he's forgot

Let him rot!

History's a story told by the people who survive

Let me sign and then initial

It's the truth if it's officially the story

What if the cost is just one young man so three more can survive?

He's a price we have to pay

To live and fight another day for love and glory

He was standing in the way of precious justice set on sail

So goes the story

Stick to the story

Here ends the story!