With the coming of the wave
Feet go crunching in the sand
Every time I'm hit
The misfit tends to curl inside.
Waiting for the saving grace
While I hear the madmen rave
I scream aloud to the sun
The misfit in me, curls inside again.
Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?
Breeding love and changing faith,
Killing them and wounding us
Freedom never seems to come
And the misfit tends to cry inside
Label her and call her vile
The finger's always there to point
Its ok to make her smile
But misfit still weeps inside
Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?
Call it yours, Call it mine
Make it yours, Its hardly mine
Wake them up, and preach this song
I might not be there, to sing along
Call it yours, Call it mine
Make it yours, Its hardly mine
Wake them up, and preach this song
I might not be there, to sing along
Your eyes do fine,
What does your mind see?
Left to yourself,
What would you be?
Its time again
To ask myself
Where is my shining world?
1 comment:
"I might not be there, to sing along"?? You are the one, being the poet, would always be there with all those who sing along. Very well made. Good work.
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