oh how i wish to play a part
in the life that never ends
i remember how it starts
how i try to see it again
the child-like me
so innocent and free
as i roam through the streets
observing humanity
and the people walk around
sharing with me, this our ground
the air that we breathe
the space we perceive
we believe and we believe
that this one is our own
and that one holds the throne
for he is greater than we know
he's the one that is free
because freedom does exist
as a schoolbook, as a fist
as an option, as a choice
as my own soul and voice
and when they tell you come with us
dont follow them too much
just merely take a step
and see how the gap
is wide enough for you
and all the pain they want you to
put your own heart through
for the sake of evening blues
a brand new girl, or two.
and find just how much of your love
are you willing to share
with the ones that just don't care
and are not worthy of the time,
spent on matter vaporized
in the eyes and hands alike,
of those that won't abide
to the laws that wrote that guy,
that guy that wouldn't cry,
when his bottle went dry.
and the bottle's always right!
