Its puzzling. Damn right disconcerting....
The questions keep piling
But the answers are not unfolding
I am not a nice person
It's conflicting, the expressions unending
How do I put this miasmic feelings into words
So you can see me....
But you can't so what can I do but keep breathing
Keep believing... That something up
There in the stars wants what's best for me
I disappoint him
He expects so little from me
And the little that he wants I find it hard to give
I should live to please him
He is my father
Yet the guilt threatens to flay me
I asked my brother last night If I was a nice person
Even though I knew what his response would be
Yet he is wrong about me
I am not a nice person!
If I was,
I would obey the father who has done so much for me
His sweet spirit is always with me
He lives in me
In his arms I live
He is the one who owns the air that circulates in my lungs
He is the one who infuses me with power to live on
To be the one
I am sprung!
Lost at sea
Adrift! Spray so thick I can barely see
He brought me back from the brink
He is the one reason I still exist
He is me
And I am he
All I can say now is
Help me to be, the man you said and want me to be
Cos without you I am nothing but air
Nothing but dirt to be buried and forgot
But with you I AM KING!
Empower me to truly live
Please father I beg of thee!