Don't give me answers for I would refuse Yes is a word for which I have no use And I wasn't looking for heaven or hell Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Now what is a blessing and what is a dream Caught between portraits and none's what it seems And why is it people expect there's a change When I feel I'm a part of something I can't see I feel the same
Now don't ask me questions or I will retreat Fame is a cancer and ego it's seed Now I wasn't looking for heaven or hell Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Do we ever wonder? And do you ever care...
Subtle salvation in poems we know Hiding our heads in a shadow of home Now I wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells Just someone to listen to stories I tell Stories I tell
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