Don't offer answers for I would refuse
Yes, is a word for which I have no use
And I wasn't looking for heaven or hell
Just someone to listen to stories I tell
What is a blessing and what is a dream
Caught between portraits and none's what it seems
And why is it some would expect there's a change
When I feel I'm a part of something I can't see and I feel the same
Don't offer questions or I will retreat
Fame is a cancer and ego its seed
As I wasn't looking for heaven or hell
Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Do we ever wonder?
And do you ever care?
Stories I tell
Stories I tell
Stories I tell
Subtle salvation in poems we know
Hiding our heads in some shadow of home
And I wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells
Just someone to listen to stories I tell
Stories I tell
Stories I tell
Stories I tell
Stories I tell
Stories I tell
Stories I tell, I tell

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