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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

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