We danced in silent showings
Of everything we were.
And I made passing gestures
To prove I was sincere.
We discuss the inequities of men who came before
And do they look to me?
To be the savior
or just another failure
that history predicted
and culture made
But still I tread lightly
Showing that I am honesty
For I grow tired of half-truths
and all their crying
The world rises against them
And would they have me be their subtle support?
Purity in their faces
but scarring of the world in their souls
is it truly my place?
to mend their prides?
And life glides past me
Tempting me without socks
Should this moment hold it's breathe
for me to take away?
or has time already known me to be quiet
while my dreams are dying
in the very showers I deny
I will sit by,
and watch the war wage on
I would rather die knowing I tried
than rot in fear of what I let become
Life never winks at me
but timidly rests next to me
She is a doe in early morning
Unafraid of the strangeness I bring with me
with morning dew dripping form her expectations
will I hunt her
or merely watch
and do I dare say hello
But time has known me
and those that came before
of every second they existed
of every change we have resisted
Life has seen all of my looks
And measured my life out in books
I hear the music
and I feel the rhythm
but dare I dance?
should I
defy
god in all his ignorance
of this one injustice?
Life tempts me
wearing pictures from my past
and smiling
and smiling
Time adorns a sun
and it cycles through my days
but every time it rises
gives me reason in my ways
What do they expect of me?
What ever shall I do?
What if I am not their savior?
But I was still made for you?
I have measured out my own life
using standards they have set
and I seem to notice
all that I lack
and I pray
to you my modern god
in your red jacket
for some understanding
and perhaps a little bit
of unconditional love
the night is young
there is plenty more to life
but that can wait
may I have this dance?
Of everything we were.
And I made passing gestures
To prove I was sincere.
We discuss the inequities of men who came before
And do they look to me?
To be the savior
or just another failure
that history predicted
and culture made
But still I tread lightly
Showing that I am honesty
For I grow tired of half-truths
and all their crying
The world rises against them
And would they have me be their subtle support?
Purity in their faces
but scarring of the world in their souls
is it truly my place?
to mend their prides?
And life glides past me
Tempting me without socks
Should this moment hold it's breathe
for me to take away?
or has time already known me to be quiet
while my dreams are dying
in the very showers I deny
I will sit by,
and watch the war wage on
I would rather die knowing I tried
than rot in fear of what I let become
Life never winks at me
but timidly rests next to me
She is a doe in early morning
Unafraid of the strangeness I bring with me
with morning dew dripping form her expectations
will I hunt her
or merely watch
and do I dare say hello
But time has known me
and those that came before
of every second they existed
of every change we have resisted
Life has seen all of my looks
And measured my life out in books
I hear the music
and I feel the rhythm
but dare I dance?
should I
defy
god in all his ignorance
of this one injustice?
Life tempts me
wearing pictures from my past
and smiling
and smiling
Time adorns a sun
and it cycles through my days
but every time it rises
gives me reason in my ways
What do they expect of me?
What ever shall I do?
What if I am not their savior?
But I was still made for you?
I have measured out my own life
using standards they have set
and I seem to notice
all that I lack
and I pray
to you my modern god
in your red jacket
for some understanding
and perhaps a little bit
of unconditional love
the night is young
there is plenty more to life
but that can wait
may I have this dance?
