Feb 2021
Here like a tree I stand,
hope they see the shade I give,
Or be a river if I must,
till they hear me flow
Am I not seen?
I look down at my hands
Oh what plans do they have,
for this is just one wicked dance
The brightness of this star
is something they shall not know,
Being an invisible man,
I can just leave my footsteps in the snow.
hope they see the shade I give,
Or be a river if I must,
till they hear me flow
Am I not seen?
I look down at my hands
Oh what plans do they have,
for this is just one wicked dance
The brightness of this star
is something they shall not know,
Being an invisible man,
I can just leave my footsteps in the snow.
Not getting something you think you deserve is a painful thing, makes you feel undervalued and confused, one cannot proclaim to the world of his greatness, only your deeds may speak for you.
