| ...on repeat!...
A shapeless piece of steel, that's all I claim
to be
This hammer pounds to give me form, this flame, it melts my
dreams
I glow with fire and fury, as I'm twisted like a vine
My final shape, my final form I'm sure I'm bound to find
So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that
I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer
holds
And the water, it cools me gray, and the hurt's
subdued somehow
I have my shape, this sharpened point, what is my purpose
now?
And the question still remains, what am I to be?
Perhaps some perfect piece of art displayed for all to see
So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that
I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames
And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer
holds
The hammer pounds again, but flames I do not
feel
This force that drives me, helplessly, through flesh, and
wood reveals
A burn that burns much deeper, it's more than I can stand
The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless
man
So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that
I'll remain
And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the pain
And hurt a little, hurt for me, my future is so bold
But my dreams are not the issue here, for they, the hammer
holds
This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my Maker holds
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