Hung By A Thread

So here I stand : Face to face with the world

So curled up in reality : Suffocating in the womb of moral receipt

Often I feel the blood as it flows through my veins

Gushing life through my heart. Pumping thoughts to my brain

Hang myself out like a sheet soaking wet

For I long to feel winds that I haven't felt yet

Sometimes I feel I'm hanging by a thread

Burning candles at both ends

Close to falling off the edge

Sometimes...

I don't know if I can hold on anymore

Now, I stand accused of all the things that I've done

But my violence here is in protest : For I'm not a guilty one

I only believe what I see fit to believe

I pretend to be desperate to get what I need

And I'd raise my fist to the injustice I'm faced at

But, I'm unable to fight with my hands tied behind my back

So hang me up high, in a tree, facing north

I'll be burning my bridges as you're slapping the horse

It's too late to run

And it's much too late for running away

You see it in the eyes of caged animals

You see it in the faces of women scorned

It's not anger that makes the cobra strike

It's fear and only fear through which hatred is born

You see, it's sitting here in silence where bitter thoughts are sewn

It's one free life and sanity we want sacred as our own

But there are other planes I'm looking for in my search for peace & truth

It's the shadow of fear and hatred that has put me in this noose