Who am I...
I'm just a guy, see
who wants to fly, see
and touch the sky, see
before I die, see...
I don't want to have to die in order to rise
I want to fly free with no more cries in my eyes
I want to live alive before our final goodbye's
and I want my soul to soar well before my body dies
Rewinding to a time before my mind was clear
Before my spirit could see, before my heart could hear
Well into my past when I was drowning in fear
Teardrop stop...Christ, make it disappear...
I can replay that day God took my mama away
and how I'd trade my life for hers if it meant she could stay
but I didn't catch the irony of why it went that way
as she gave her life for mine on that lonely autumn day
September, I remember you...the embers burn tonight
I can't ease the breeze of memories starting to ignite
Playing games in flames as they're dancing oh, so bright
No one hears the tears in here that make the poet write
Spoken word, that's absurd...I wouldn't get through the first line
Broken word, the words get blurred...and begin to intertwine
The moon and sun and stars align providing me a sign
before the red balloons go by...one through ninety-nine
Define me by these words of mine...consider them my creed
Confine me to a life divine..."Redeemed" is how I plead
I've been bloodied by the battles in all these rhymes that you read
and now I'm so deeply scarred, I no longer...even...bleed...
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