Though, in truth, it should be different

Every day is just the same

A beast of burden running upstream in a river made of clay

How can I be nothing more than the bones and blood in me

Though I try, I can't find a better way to be alive

What a curse to never know it, only see it from afar

A tapestry of every color dusted over in the dark

And how can I be nothing more than the bones and blood in me

Though I try, I can't find a better way to be alive

Ideas are like a seed

They stand the test of time

You cannot kill me

Even if you tried

My body may be gone

The absence of my cries

But even so my words will never die

Ideas are like a seed

They stand the test of time

You cannot kill me

Even if you tried

My body may be gone

The absence of my cries

But even so my words will never die