I can't imagine anyone else feels as deeply as I do
Because if they did there would be a lot less people still living
I cannot believe that everyone has the strength to live with the wisdom of gods long dead and rotting

But you do. Don't, you?

You and your brave, broken spirit
You know what its like to be swept away as the tide of your mind rolled in...
Carrying all the fear and pain you tried to wash away
Bringing all those broken message-bottles back

Scrubbing your footprints from the sand
Stealing the last bit of steadiness you had left

You with lungs made to breath saltwater
(No matter how much it hurts)
You and your strong body built to carry you to calmer waters
(Even if you may falter take solace in your shivers)
You with brilliant hands forming life from nothing
(So take to your paperclaypencilsong)

For we are the ones with fire itching in the back of our throats with hands made for setting fire to the world
(With you light the match with passion or rage?)