Will you hear this song I made for,
for the man that wanted more?
He’s been the one that keeps the rows,
he’s the one that promised to never break his vows.
The man that stands on the gate,
the one that thought that could twist fate,
he’s been the one that holds his ground,
knowing he is punched round by round.
For the better good he kept it all,
he thought that meant strong, he stood tall.
He never pinched, he never let out,
never screamed, he didn’t shout.
He’s the man that kept the bubble from bursting out.
But now, now something’s changed.
Now all he can see is that he is caged.
He has seen now that he’s been pressed and pressed.
He has seen now all the things that got him messed.
A locked animal constantly whipped,
his heart is dark, from the inside-out it is ripped.
The one that floats,
the one that thought to take all roads,
he’s been laying on the lake,
with nothing more to give or take.
The dark waters echo from underneath,
the sun shines, fills him with heat.
He broke off from the strings,
all he can hear now is how the bell rings.
The man has seen now that more is not what he needs.
All will come if from the soul he does his deeds.
More is not anymore, that which he wants to seek.
Everything is the same, looking from the peak.
The man that was stone and hard leather,
he now simply lays on the water, light as a feather.