a song of the helpless

we’ve been looking for a sign of life,
looking for something
to help us burn out bright.
we always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance.
once bitten twice shy.
so…

my Granny once told me:
‘Someday, you're gonna be the only one you've got,
why you wanna please the world
and leave yourself to drop dead?’-
running through hell, heaven can wait.

"Treat them mean to keep them keen"
an expression a hard lesson that I had to learn.
'cos when you give your heart too easily
that's when you get burned.
how could this come over me
thought I was above it all.

what have we done with innocence
it disappeared with time,it never made much sense.
adolescent resident,
wasting another night.

i've seen how easy things can change
and people never stay the same
be assured of this one thing
I will still remain.

please, keep alive
a whisper to a riot that's still inside.
‘cos after years
we are still
praying for a sign.