(God is good. I own nothing and I hope you enjoy. Good day and God bless.)
Who are you to say
You know anything about me?
To say that you know?
To say that you see?
To say what I can be?
To say that I'll ever be free?
What an ignorant decree
When you are nothing but a flea
Who can never even hope to see
I will never be
What you hope I will become.
It's a faultless sum.
Your heart beats
To the rhythm of a drum.
A flea who eats
A feast from a crumb.
A daft fool who creates
A melody from a hum.
Who am I, I ask,
And what have I become?
You who cling
To histories of old,
Sing, sing, and sing,
But I will never be yours to mold.
Sing your melody
All the night and all the day,
But soon you'll find
Things will never go your way.
You will never see, oh daft creature.
You will never see past what you want me to be.
All that is is this wicked side of me.
You will never see you will never see.