A Thousand Songs

A pen is like a needle to a page It leaves a mark and it fills a space A needle could fill a thousand arms And a pen could write a thousand songs But I still won’t know how to bring Relief to another’s suffering We step out of the blue and into the black Fall is like a noose Winters like a hangman But spring comes with another song to sing And through my guitar I let ring A thousand songs could not fill the holes Of the questions I have And the problems you face And a thousand needles won’t bring you to Where I know you need to be And that’s away from this place In an empty room your mind runs free And tries to come back with all the evil it can carry And if it’s too cold outside to run away Then that evil is gonna know right were you stay And your empty room Is gonna seem more like a cell Everyone I know has had a coming of age A change in the tide or a turn of the page But you are the only fish to remain Between the permanent shore Of the hole that was given to you On the day that you were born I have heard that a needle is like a letter to a vein That sends its sends its comfort to the brain But doesn’t the world still look unchanged Behind the dilated eyes that remain Every time that the needle is gone A pen is like a needle to a page It leaves a mark and it fills a space A pen could use all of its ink Writing about your needles sting But in the end I still can’t be The change I know you need