I am simple, I am honestly bland
I am the leader of a few good men
I am buried in another's yoke
I am calm, only my failures make me choke
My retribution for my sin was to hand
Handing over all my lovers intent
A man of work has no time to share
His heart embossed on his calloused feet and hands and hair
I found comfort on the page of a psalm
Close your mouth boy just hum along
I was born in that reproach
Don't speak hate so I spoke with yes and no's
I loved the way the children always ask why
Call and return, maybe to pa** the time
So I was wrong in my approach
Be a child for as far as you can go
If not your place to speak then don't waste your voice
It's not your right to ask and hell it's not your choice
If I wanted to come back then what did I learn here
There are things you cannot see and things I cannot be to anyone
Nothing is sweeter than the fruit that holds tight
Tight through the wind and all the creatures at night
But I love the fallen seeds
Premature and always in some kind of need