don't give me answers for i would refuse "yes" is a word for which i have no use and i wasn't looking for heaven or hell just someone to listen to stories i tell
now what is a blessing and what is a dream caught between portraits and none's what it seems and why is it people expect there's a change when i feel i'm a part of something i can't see i feel the same
now don't ask me questions or i will retreat fame is a cancer and ego its seed now i wasn't looking for heaven or hell just someone to listen to stories i tell
do we ever wonder? and do you ever care...
subtle salvation in poems we know hiding our heads in a shadow of home now i wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells just someone to listen to stories i tell stories i tell