Uncurled the pen
From fingers fiery and yet forlorn
The day my words no longer form
Pictures getting me closer to peace of mind
I will fall apart and die
For what it is I seek to realize
Do I have the design
The inner peaceful sign
Do I have the design
The inner peaceful sign
To offer hope in these humble lines
The kid did devise
Do I have the guts to bare the grind
While so many people die
Premature leaving nothing to offer
To the world I fight for words to be heard
Cause the Lord did endow
The kid with the wicked skills
From a small town in Harleysville
To the hills of Pittsburg
A gift and a curse
Do I have the design
The inner peaceful sign
Do I have the design
The inner peaceful sign
Back home with family to chill the nerves
Of feeling like I'm holdin' the weight of the world
On my shoulders
Words getting colder
And the longer we wait
The more the fire gets out of control
The more the waves crash on the shore
Until the day I die
Uncurdled my pen
From my fingers fiery and forlorn
Do I have the design
The inner peaceful sign
Do I have the design
The inner peaceful sign