Entitlement

Way back when, in the day, as they say, when I was just a little child. My mother she said to me, "Son, the earth revolves around the sun." How could I, how could I, not even be surprised? When she became a little fierce, that I would not believe her words. Who thought there'd be another side to, a breeze that's blowing blindly through the sails? Who figured that we're so entitled to, all we want for all that I can say? That was when, that was the exact moment when, my father kicked me down the stairs. He said "son, don't believe a God. Just believe in what you got." I replied, I had no choice but to reply " daddy, you've got it wrong." What God's got is who I am. I am clay within His hands. Who thought there'd be another side to, a breeze that's blowing blindly through the sails? Who figured that we're so entitled to, all we want for all that I can say? And I try (and I try), and I try (and I try), and I try, I try, I try not to be so blind I grew up, as it were, to be sure... and I thought I'd try some love. I thought it'd be a little fun. Boy, was I in for a run. She said to me, when I'm on my bended knee, that I didn't fit the task. Isn't that a little strange? I was searching out of my jurisdiction... Who thought there'd be another side to, a breeze that's blowing blindly through the sails? Who figured that we're so entitled to, all we want for all that I can say? Who thought there'd be another side to, a breeze that's blowing blindly through the sails? Who figured that we're so entitled to, all we want for all that I can say? And I try (and I try), and I try (and I try), and I try, I try, I try not to be so blind.