I've thought this all through, thought about you,
walked our pathways in your shoes;
on a black and white screen youre right i scream
- for my minds sake.
but, sitting in a colour cinema, i could take my heart and hold a wake;
so ill rise beside my dreams and do as my heart tells me to.
im going to tear out my soul, so you can see the beauty in complexity;
i might be right i might be wrong, but you wont find out from the words to a song.
i show one side of just one fight amongst a bloody battle waged
by starving swordsmen, where one thousand flags are raised.
animals and peace make their demands and leave my conscience dazed,
like vultures swooping for my heart, who want all the life of which theyre part.
youre looking for a meaning, but everything means nothing (or so i say);
the only hope is in a spirit that leaps over words and sweeps hearts away.
so stop scanning tracts of purity, pinned so tritely to your wall,
as if right and wrong could exist among words (as if they existed at all).
i offer no bibles for your brain,
nor any four chords underneath the right flag;
just a song to stir your soul,
wings, for when your feet drag,
for when your mind drags.
