Leaf in a storm
Anywhere the wind blows
I drift
Ropes at my joints
Commanded like a toy
I nod
Blood in stone veins
Water in a sand cup
I flow
Rugs over my shoulders
I walk
Whatever I may sow
So shall I reap
Against my will
Whatever I may say
So shall I listen
Against my will
Wherever I may go
So shall I stumble
Against my will
Wherever I may cave in
So shall I sink
Against my will
Is this what life demands of me ?
Was I supposed to see
The carvings on the stone ?
Was I supposed to see
The little stains on others' walls ?
Because that is exactly
What your world has made me
May the time cleanse my eyes
Of the evil they have seen
Of the anger left within
Of all the good things left undone
Of all the bad things still to come
And when I finally set foot
Back on solid ground
I'll see to it
I'll see to it all