Must I be blind before I see
Deaf and dumb with ears that bleed
Call on the young to intercede
On what lies in front of me

Die to all before they hear
Wipe away the infants tears
Hold up the lonely widows fears
Note to self the way is clear

Bring about all that is left
Take this moment to clear my head
Whisper loud what others said
Laying in my unmade bed

Clear my throat and breath in deep
As memory escapes from me
I grab a few before they leave
And let those go that won't let me be

To keep in time strike up the band
See those in need help if you can
From the dead of night to the bird in hand
Every speck of dust, every grain of sand

If you don't mind could you find
I wish I may I wish I might
Give it away without a fight
That which is of pure delight

Souls standing in line
As the world pulls out its knife
To whittle them down
Carve up their lives

Does it have an idea
An insatiable need
As it keeps whittling
On them endlessly

You do have to wonder
What it truly sees
As it carves on you
And whittles on me

Like an old mountain man
By a cool mountain stream
With Father Time standing by
The world keeps on whittling

And it'll certainly not tolerate
Any back talk from you
Just sit still and be quite
Like a good piece of wood

As the world whistles
It whittles away
Impressed with itself
At the carvings it's made

But if it whittles to much
And doesn't care for the you that it's made
The world tosses you out
And lets the dogs play