force me to open my mouth
again because they know i don't want to
speak loud and make me feel like a boyscout
so hard to tell them you love them to
i can't give much if i punch back
at the one who hits first
trying to make me feel ashamed
because i'm touched
god help me see them
see my thirst
tensed
but still so calm
alright
leaning on your arm
beautiful spirit
talk to me
holy spirit
walk with methey are liberated minds
i'm a narrow minded fool
why must it be
that a discussion is about beating
my mouth will be
closed if there's no one seeking
you know i'll be there
love is so convincing
my words don't come out right
i will stay but not fight
everybody believes in god
but no one believes in you
but i do...i'm not ashamed
