speak soft strong and silently
of shakesperian tragidies
and pull all your punches for me
bend all your bows back
leave me cold in the blowback
and show me the things we can't see
I'm a man of few words
caught within notes and chords
I don't think that I'm strong but I could be
so shake off the abstract
create life from the smokestacks
and give me a reason to believe
believe me...
write notes in the margins
magnify all the fine prints
get across what you want them to see
lift up your scope
see the land, see the hope
caught between the melancholly "I'm sorrys"
I'm sorry...
but thats not me
not now or anymore
my scars are heeling
though I'm still sore
my life's not easy
but it could be alot harder
and for that i rest assured
Im a man of simple things
simple life simple dreams
but Ive coped and I've learned
nothings as simple as it seems
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