A glass of water for an empty shell,
Living this crazy race of my life, I tell you this life can almost feel like Hell.
A bucket of tears and a thousand  breathes,
Moving on and on till I really need to rest because I have nothing left.
A  song for a singing heart and a mute mind,
Play backwards tracks to repeat that step, I'm a whole different kind.

And I don't have a son right now but I worry so much for him,
Son, your father hopes to give you everything you need, my Boy you'll be my greatest win.
My dearest daughter that I'm yet to meet,
Your father would give you the world if it was mine to own, but I can give you place to set, a place in my seat.

And I'm trying to break a spell of being so common and easily known,
I'm trying so bad to kiss a sun and hug the moon, and sit next to a new Dawn.
Or maybe I'm desiring to be something else that people are yet to understand,
This noise maker of self, making background noises, this one man band.

And curse my evil thoughts and distasteful lusts,
Shame on me me for being tired from doing nothing, and cuddling in messy husks.

But really right now I need a glass of water for this empty shell,
And to relax myself then keep myself going, moving forward even though this life can feel like Hell.