He dug me a grave
So I planted a tree
He sent me a wave
So I sailed out to sea
And to see what he throws
I must be quick on my feet
To catch hold of my breath
Before he takes hold of me
Now I'm in the hole
Where he left me to die
So throw me the rope
As I say my goodbye
But not to my life.
No, not to my life.
The rope 'round my waist
Not my neck, as I climb
I wave goodbye to him
For the very last time
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
Cling to me and I’ll pull you in close
Cling to me when you need me the most
Cling to me and I’ll keep my hold
You can cling to me tightly
I’m not letting go.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:37 PM UTC
They’re asking for comparisons
But a father can’t compare his sons
And they’ll call until the morning sun
But he’ll protect every one of them
Like a building stands on tens of tons
Not on one brick but the sum of them
As an artist’s craft is never done
Discarding not a single one
The works build up the firm foundation
A mental shelter, found salvation
Rich and poor, they form a nation
A state of mind, the mind’s creation
So when they ask “will you stop your run?”
I’ll let them know I’ve just begun
Cause they’re asking for comparisons
But a father won’t compare his sons
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 11:41 AM UTC