Stories I Tell

don't give me 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



now what is a blessing and what is a dream

caught between portraits and none's what it seems

and why is it people expect there's a change

when i feel i'm a part of something i can't see

i feel the same



now don't ask me questions or i will retreat

fame is a cancer and ego its seed

now 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...



subtle salvation in poems we know

hiding our heads in a shadow of home

now i wasn't looking for wreaths or for bells

just someone to listen to stories i tell

stories i tell