I've got my feet
They are real to me
Able to take me where I want to go
The mountain the beach
To you
Away

Because my words
Are trees being chopped
For firewood
They keep you warm
They make you hot
And I'm sorry

I've got these calves
They itch with anticipation
But my toes stay still
With fear I can't be
To you
Away

Because these words
Aren't what you want to hear
They scare you away
They make you feel
They make you fear
And I'm sorry

It's my great strength
I need restraint
Before the power that I wield
Becomes a weapon
A fire
That consumes us all
Im clad in pure white
With simple grace