I have my hand on a chain
I am pulled along and the drain is insane
I can't obstain or restrain the pain I feel as I am dragged alond the feild
But I won't let it go, I won't let you steal the way I feel
make a meal of me, and then say it wasn't a big deal
My body is battered and broken, and I am always beholden
I have more to do as my time is always bespoken
The chain is harder and harder to hold on
and way is harder and harder to forge on.
I am tiered and honestly, sometimes I don't feel as if I can go on
But I won't let go
Because i refuse to let the world know
That it has beaten me
I won't let that dept grow nor will I ever slow.
I will meet you blow for blow
from the tides of spring to winters snow
As the acorn falls and the rains do flow
And you will watch that oak tree grow
from a sapling as you and I are grappling
You won't understand what is happening.
You will think that I am a creature of some crazy fantacy.
Why do I go on, I couldn't tell you.
Death just seems more fun if only I knew how to
But this heart of mine just keeps beating
And I just continue living and my hand keeps on gripping
and I will be damned if I just up and leave it.
I am a molded wreking ball
unhappy unless I am wrecking
For when I am not, I am only a ball
even the wrecking part of my name just falls
And whats the point of being just a ball
For when I was created I was called the wrecking ball
My pourpose is in my duty
My duty is in my pourpose
and whats worse, the course I am on
would be gone without this chain
So how can I complain even when I am in pain
Without this chain I would be plain
I would be a ball detached from the crain.
So go on, and I will hold on