He didn’t march, he didn’t shout, Nor told the world what he was about. He kept his head down, hands like stone, Fixed the fence and worked alone. The field don’t care who wins the fight — It just needs someone who shows up right. He just wanted to fix the fence. Didn’t know that made him a threat. A quiet man… A quiet man… He didn’t preach, he didn’t pose. Just hung the gate so the wind would close. They drew his silence like a line, Called it danger, crossed it fine. He built with care, he buried wire — Then watched them curse the quiet fire. He just wanted to fix the fence. Didn’t know that made him a threat. A quiet man… A quiet man… They gathered one night, a loud crowd, Said he was too quiet, too far, too proud. They asked no questions, just raised their hands — Like pointing made them understand. The fence was fixed. The ground was dry. Still they came, and still he sighed. He just wanted to fix the fence. Didn’t know that made him a threat. A quiet man… A quiet man…
