(no subject)
A Place Where I Can Breathe
i only wanted such a little thing
only simplicity
and now that i am who i was taught to be
you have abandoned me
i held so tightly to every word you said
that’s the price of the respect you’ve always demanded
and all those things i’ve gathered through the years
have no value here
(chorus)
i need to find a place where i can breathe
somewhere high above this empty landscape
where the air is clear
and i need to find it while i still can
in a world like this
how can you wonder at my sadness?
now i hope for something beautiful
but i feel trapped under your waves of wreckage
and if i cannot claw my own way through
i fear one day i will be just like you
in this land of vacant stars
in the backseats of desperate cars
in single-mother topless bars
we ache for something more
your sons and your daughters
are unwilling martyrs
to the devils, priests, and other thieves
and their wars and rumors of war
i need a handgun and a hand grenade
to protect me from those who keep me safe
still i remember you straight face:
“Some day this will all be yours.”
Written by mark solomon
Written by me 3/17/02 Some things don't change
I am a warrior
My heart is full of red blood that can and will be spilled
I am honor and I am strength
But I am also weakness and shame
I am only given power through you
Your strength, Your justice, Your peace
Make me into what I am supposed to be
Regardless of what I think I should become
I am often brought down and confused
I am often broken and slain
Now slay me for your own purpose
Give me a will that does not die
Give me the courage to face all that beckons to me
Give me the peace to love and to enjoy
Give me what I need to become who you have made me
Build me and remind me always of what I truly am inside
I am a warrior
You are a savior
I am a warrior
You
Are a savior
i only wanted such a little thing
only simplicity
and now that i am who i was taught to be
you have abandoned me
i held so tightly to every word you said
that’s the price of the respect you’ve always demanded
and all those things i’ve gathered through the years
have no value here
(chorus)
i need to find a place where i can breathe
somewhere high above this empty landscape
where the air is clear
and i need to find it while i still can
in a world like this
how can you wonder at my sadness?
now i hope for something beautiful
but i feel trapped under your waves of wreckage
and if i cannot claw my own way through
i fear one day i will be just like you
in this land of vacant stars
in the backseats of desperate cars
in single-mother topless bars
we ache for something more
your sons and your daughters
are unwilling martyrs
to the devils, priests, and other thieves
and their wars and rumors of war
i need a handgun and a hand grenade
to protect me from those who keep me safe
still i remember you straight face:
“Some day this will all be yours.”
Written by mark solomon
Written by me 3/17/02 Some things don't change
I am a warrior
My heart is full of red blood that can and will be spilled
I am honor and I am strength
But I am also weakness and shame
I am only given power through you
Your strength, Your justice, Your peace
Make me into what I am supposed to be
Regardless of what I think I should become
I am often brought down and confused
I am often broken and slain
Now slay me for your own purpose
Give me a will that does not die
Give me the courage to face all that beckons to me
Give me the peace to love and to enjoy
Give me what I need to become who you have made me
Build me and remind me always of what I truly am inside
I am a warrior
You are a savior
I am a warrior
You
Are a savior