Don't give me answers for i would refuse
"yes" is a word for which i have no use
And i wasn't looking for heaven or hell
Just someone to listen to stories i tell
Now what is a blessing and what is a dream
Caught between portraits and none's what it seems
And why is it people expect there's a change
When i feel i'm a part of something i can't see
I feel the same
Now don't ask me questions or i will retreat
Fame is a cancer and ego its seed
Now i wasn't looking for heaven or hell
Just someone to listen to stories i tell
Do we ever wonder?
And do you ever care...
Subtle salvation in poems we know
Hiding our heads in a shadow of home
Now i wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells
Just someone to listen to stories i tell
Stories i tell
