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 pass 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.


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    Lyric CorrectionThanks for the start, here is an updated set, based on what I hear. I'm not quite sure about the last 2 verses.

    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 lover's intent.
    A man of work has no time to share,
    His heart embossed on his calloused feet and hands and hair.

    If it's not your place to speak, then do not 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.

    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 pass the time.
    So I was wrong in my approach.
    Be a child for as far as you can go.

    If it's not your place to speak, then do not 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.

    I told you nothing was safe.
    My plans to stay and behave,
    They're all just tentative.
    Don't be, don't be so damn sensitive.

    And when you ask me to stay,
    Pleading hearts tend to stray.
    This plan is my hateful heart,
    I was born this way, i'm not just playing a part.

    If it's not your place to speak, then do not 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 will never be for anyone.
    Things I can never be for anyone...
    aboyinastitch89on February 09, 2012   Link

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