Feather in the wind

Feather in the wind


Where is it that I live, that makes me lose even if I win
Have I made this ugly yet beautiful world hate its skin

What is it that I've done to make thy father hate thy son
Have I made the night hate the moon and the day hate the sun

What is it that I said that makes his mind fill with dread
Has my words made the air not like the cliffs edge

What is it that I've done to make thy father turn his sword into a gun
Is it because I don't live by the word or bow to thy tongue

Where is it that I live that makes me a man even before I'm a kid
Is it because I created my own life without thy rib

What was it that he said that fills my mind with dread
Was it thy father telling me he lets me go around yet I am dead

Was it my thought of this being my heart and I defend it
Was it that I allowed him no key, so he has to kick the door off the hinges

Now something in my heart cringes
Is it because I spent most of my life on alcohol and not intellectual binges

Is it because I went to another dimension
That made my mind deranged and demented

Why is it that I hate ninty-eight percent of the people I've met
Did I make the east hate the west

Why every time its opened pain comes out my mouth
Did I make the north distrust the south

Am I to blame for the pain and suffering my tormented soul is in
I'm being jostled around by something I can't see or fight or ask to play nice
I guess I'm just a feather in the wind.



Burden! 2006