Poverty, Deliverance and Fate

by Valerie Vancollie

valeriev84 at hotmail dot com


Note: This is my Star Wars adaptation of the song Slavery, Deliverance and Faith by Clint Black. This also appeared in the general Star Wars fanzine I Don't Care What You Smell.


Poverty, Deliverance and Fate.

Tossed on the waves of a desperate decision,
Lost in the rift between power and beliefs,
Guided by the Force and the strength of a new mother's arms,
Saved by the veil of her foster illusion,
The Prince turned to farmboy in a galaxy's confusion,
Was more than he seemed,
And his dreams would sound alarm.

They ignored the evidence, treated not with the reverence.
Poverty, Deliverance and Fate.

Poverty, Deliverance and Fate

In the truth of a sister, he loses a father,
Challenged by each to be one or the other,
He wants to run from them both,
But he can't escape his destiny.

With a promised new freedom and a Force prediction,
Fueled by the fire of a burning conviction,
"Oh hear me," he cries, "Father, Lord set the people free."

Oh ow oh...

How can anyone see these people and deny,
They're senselessly suffering,
How many more have to die?

Standing at last on the edge of their freedom,
A navy descending as the Empire deceives them,
He knows in his heart what the fate of his people will be,
"Force give them courage," he asks, "help me guide them."
"And wash all these years of tyranny into the past."

They ignored the evidence, treated not with the reverence.
Poverty, Deliverance...
They ignored the evidence, treated not with the reverence.
Poverty, Deliverance...

Poverty, Deliverance ... and Fate.


December 2000