i put my faith
in the absence of something better
if it doesn`t fit then its out of reach for me
i`m a tightly wound mess
neatly perched inside my own distress
and you talk of freedom
that means nothing to me
and then you say
how we ever gonna know if there`s something better
is the only way to know ourselves to go too far
i spend my days in a fear
one day a wind will blow me away
the only thing that keeps me here
are these strings of mine that hold me down
i watch the rise and fall of a thousand days
it means nothing to me
cause i`ve been promised redemption
for a life time wasted in these golden fields
so far so good so many promises
swinging in the wind directions something that i can`t control
creation eludes me its all just waiting time here in this field
nothing but a scarecrow waiting for the world to tear me down
how we ever gonna know
if there`s something better
how are we gonna come to be the same
if we come to fair to realise
how we ever gonna become
something better then what we`ve become
or are we just scarecrows just waiting?
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