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 History is a story told by the winners of the fight You imply a little Lie a little Try a little Who's gonna question what goes on in the middle of the night? Not his father or Mercedes Or a jailor So we all are agreed Lets 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 Chatau d'if Where the softest things he'll touch are stones and darkness Deep in the craggy isle and dungeon's keep 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? 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 didnt have to languish Its him or me Let him sit there and rot till he's forgot Let him rot! History's a story told by the peaple 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!