Wednesday, February 09, 2005

Pain

All I want to do
Is sing and say that I'm used to
These counting silver pieces
And diamonds on my wayside

All I want to do
Is tell my story like you would
These fictional puzzles in my head
Ordinary heroes falling apart

Perhaps I've waited far too long
Perhaps the rain's slipped by
But pain is not an option
When all I ever want
Is within an illusive reach



All I ever knew
Were the flowers dying young
With each passing note we chant
Teach me not this lie

All I ever wished
Were the limits of my mind
For every open sky
Were broken by weary hands

Perhaps if I closed my eyes
Perhaps if I chose to stop
But pain is not my option
When all I always wanted
Is now becoming close



All they ever said
Made sense for itchy ears
Forty times over
Is the same truth disguised

All I ever heard
Moments of passing showers
What good is a good life
When it gets in the way of the great

Perhaps if I made my choices
Perhaps if I nailed this fear
For pain is not for me
Nor a friend to stay in bed



Pain, this is the one thing
That breaks me yet drives me
That sees me on the piano
And not play a single note
Pain is when you walk the stage
And miss your very turn
For the cue was invariably missed
To stain another history book

So here I go again
My humanity on the line
Let them laugh at me
Fools and madmen let us be

They don't understand
The man I see inside
Who are they anyway
To decide who I should fight

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