What if my lifestyle’s wrong. What if I sound the alarm. What if I'm preaching till dawn, with all my brothers involved.
Nobody seeing my sorrows, what if I'm sitting alone. What if I'm crying to this song.
What if a woman’s in love, can see she’s reading in braille. What if she’s blind to my horrors, what if my victory’s lost, without a hope for tomorrow. What if a therapy's longing, what if a woman can love, without my family’s eyeing? What if I'm toeing a line, my pockets leaking my crimes. Nobody saving my life, from relegation to falling - my cheeks, pouring and raining. Weather drowning my sorrows, what if my fear is in paintings? Mona least you could save them, my heart ache before weigh-in. What if I'm facing a demon, now only God make behaving. What if a hero can’t save him, what if his legacy’s faded, his friends too late to revive him. Now maybe wishing a savior, could maybe hearing his praying while living pain he’s been braving. What if the blind woman saved him.
