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

You Got To Die by Blind Willie McTell