Yes is a word for which I have no use
And I wasnt 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 nones what it seems
And why is it people expect theres a change
When I feel Im a part of something I cant see
I feel the same
Now dont ask me questions or I will retreat
Fame is a cancer and ego its seed
Now I wasnt 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 wasnt looking for wreaths or for bells
Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Stories I tell