A Story Told

We are friends, are we not?
And our interests are the same
We collaborate.

And trust in fate
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 from 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 testifying
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 jailer.

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
Edmond Dantes stays and ends his days
inside the Chateau d'If.

Where the softest things he'll touch
are stones and darkness
Deep in a 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 a comfort in her time of grief and anguish
I'll be Mercedes' ever faithful acolyte
Every night.

And 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 until 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 one young man
so three more men can survive?

He's a price we have to pay
So live and fight another day for love and glory.

He was standing in the way
A threat to justice in Marseille.

So goes the story!
Stick to the story!
Here ends the story!