I am alone.
I fight everything off
after I push it all away
I watch it play
Like a bad movie at the end of the day
I shaped it out of clay
and like a father watching his son play
I want to find a way
to be there every day
but I see that I can't
I'm just a washed-up man
like sand, the tide will redeliver me
maybe then I'll be free
or maybe I'll get locked up
and they'll throw away the key
I wish I could, and I know
nothing in this world is set in stone
Categories:
redeliver, uplifting
Form: I do not know?