Would you hold me the palm of your hand,
if I was lost?
What if everything I thought was wrong
is right?
What if everything I thought was right
was wrong?
Would my world crash upon my shoulders,
burying me six feet under ground?
Maybe my brown eyes would fill up,
salty lies told from past to present.
Maybe I would seek,
and I shall find.
Would you hold me the palm of your hand,
if I was belittled?
Maybe I could feel the burden of the world,
so heavy that i might stumble across the
truth.
Do you recognize voices,
as they float through the wind?
Maybe the wind carries the answers.
Did the atrocities of life bury you
six feet under ground?
Maybe hypocrites feel no pain,
Maybe you stood tall,
spoke from within.
Would you hold me the palm of your hand,
if shame was on my face?
Maybe those who ache in your heart,
just need forgiveness.
Resolution is seldom heard
on tounges of power.
Maybe fire exists to burn anger,
through polluted air.
Maybe it's ignorance that will put
human nature six feet under ground.
Maybe knowledge is only for the weak.
Maybe the strong speak through minds,
not books.
Would you hold me in the palm of your hand,
if I was sorrowful?
Maybe the future will only bring remorse.
Maybe the key to happiness is so simple,
it's always overlooked.
Maybe the hard times strike reality,
burying your soul...
Six feet under ground.
Some turn away as a world cries louder.
Maybe you would come, converse.
Maybe you would shine light upon my face.
Maybe..
you would hold me the palm of your hand.
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before love there are
memories of innonence.
after there are none...
if I was lost?
What if everything I thought was wrong
is right?
What if everything I thought was right
was wrong?
Would my world crash upon my shoulders,
burying me six feet under ground?
Maybe my brown eyes would fill up,
salty lies told from past to present.
Maybe I would seek,
and I shall find.
Would you hold me the palm of your hand,
if I was belittled?
Maybe I could feel the burden of the world,
so heavy that i might stumble across the
truth.
Do you recognize voices,
as they float through the wind?
Maybe the wind carries the answers.
Did the atrocities of life bury you
six feet under ground?
Maybe hypocrites feel no pain,
Maybe you stood tall,
spoke from within.
Would you hold me the palm of your hand,
if shame was on my face?
Maybe those who ache in your heart,
just need forgiveness.
Resolution is seldom heard
on tounges of power.
Maybe fire exists to burn anger,
through polluted air.
Maybe it's ignorance that will put
human nature six feet under ground.
Maybe knowledge is only for the weak.
Maybe the strong speak through minds,
not books.
Would you hold me in the palm of your hand,
if I was sorrowful?
Maybe the future will only bring remorse.
Maybe the key to happiness is so simple,
it's always overlooked.
Maybe the hard times strike reality,
burying your soul...
Six feet under ground.
Some turn away as a world cries louder.
Maybe you would come, converse.
Maybe you would shine light upon my face.
Maybe..
you would hold me the palm of your hand.
------------------
before love there are
memories of innonence.
after there are none...
