Writers Wronged by Renaissance
This time, you said it all, it's there in black and white
The years of struggle fade in the end, the words felt right
All worries are gone, you've been for so long, another writer wronged
Fame suits you well, you hardly can tell, you're another writer wronged
You hid from shadows in the attics of the world
Sheltered the truth, it grew and at last your voice was heard
The pen was your sword, you've even been called, another writer wronged
Fame suits you well, you hardly can tell, you're another writer wronged
Chorus I:
Here I sit as we dine at the country club
I am wondering what to do now
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