(A Song of Socrates) Verse 1 In the streets of dusty Athens, under marble, sun and flame, Walked a man with empty pockets, But a mind that burned with flame. No crown upon his forehead, No sword held in his hand, Just questions sharp as lightning That the kings could not command. Pre-Chorus He said, “Wisdom starts in knowing What you’ll never truly see,” And the proud men shook in silence At his quiet honesty. Chorus He was the man who asked why, When the world preferred because. He drank the truth like poison And refused to break the laws. No temples, no salvation, Just a voice that wouldn’t bend — Socrates, the rebel thinker, Who chose truth before the end. Verse 2 They called him a corrupter Of the minds of younger souls, Said his words were like a fire Burning holes in sacred roles. But he taught them how to think, Not what the crowd declared, That a life without examining Was a life that wasn’t shared. Pre-Chorus When the jury raised their verdict, When the city turned its face, He stood calm before the silence Like a stone in time and space. Chorus He was the man who asked why, When the world preferred because. He drank the truth like poison And refused to break the laws. No gods to beg forgiveness, No escape, no plea to send — Socrates, the rebel thinker, Who chose truth before the end. Bridge What is justice? What is good? Who decides the way we live? Is a soul worth more than power? What do we refuse to give? They could kill the man in daylight, Still his questions wouldn’t die — Every time you doubt the answer, You keep Socrates alive. Chorus (Final) He was the man who asked why, And paid the highest cost. Not a martyr for a god, But for the truth we’ve lost. No screaming, no resistance, Just a final calm defense — Socrates, the first free thinker, Who chose thought over pretense. Outro So ask again. And ask it slow. The deadliest weapon Is the mind you choose to know.
