You Are What You Give
What they will remember is that, that I gave
Whether a word or a weapon, it’s written and paved
Paved into the word of history, I desire
To be forgotten is death and with that I am not tired
So I burn my bed and build a choir
Sing to the clouds, higher and higher
Some cheer, but others yell
What they want, I cannot tell
Torn between what can and what can’t
It’s black on both sides so I stay in my stance
I’m stretched from the middle and given demands
What I can sing, what will make them dance
So I cut off my tongue in protest I stand
But now they don’t want me, and I understand
I am happy to go, I walk the land
The land where I am alone and free
The land where I sit with my head between my knees
Looking at the dirt beneath my feet
Dirty is the world and that is alright
Because I’ll choose this dirt over the dirt that they fight
That is until they take my seat, digging trenches underneath my feet
The rocks are thrown from mountains high
And the trees are chopped down, sharpened to divide
They took my peace, so now I fight
A word turned weapon
We may never unite
As the history reads I am just number
Who died feeding, another man’s hunger
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