But Then Again... Maybe It's Me

Give me a reason for my hands So I can build A place and call it home You can tell me what’s within these hands Possessions don’t complete a man There’s something wrong with this world The fear of it imprisons me But then again you don’t know how it feels You don’t know this life because your free But then again… maybe it’s me I have power in these hands But without my gloves the pain’s too much I don’t need a helping hand I just need one to clutch Foolish boy runs away, his mind is gone But it’s not made up Guided by the stories of evils that he meets Leaving here, seems to make sense What does he know? That we don’t know Where did he choose to go Or did he go, ‘cos they told him so The foolish kid, doesn’t know what he did What a waste of a life, On a cold dark night But then again… maybe it’s me Give me a reason for my hands So I can build A place and call it home You can tell me what’s within these hands Possessions don’t complete a man There’s something wrong with this world The fear of it imprisons me But then again you don’t know how it feels You don’t know this life because your free But then again… maybe it’s me The strength within my hands god gave Is not enough for his life to save Little dead kid, powerless Now he lives with nothingness And I think it’s not my fault I feel that he took his own path Trapped in a prison now Of which he’ll never be free Though in his head, There is no key I think he’s alone now But then again… maybe it’s me Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 02:10 AM PST   10 • 0