Power

Power, such a funny word
However you define it
it feels so real when it’s gone
And when it’s here, it feels wrong

Woman, are you fooling us
because he said something
that made you feel so weak
You kept it inside
till it formed stones of pride
separating us
But we don’t need a wall.
For whom the bell tolls
How many times do I need to tell myself
to let go of me?
Pull the weeds!
The world doesn’t need another bruised ego
turning up the volume on the latest sad song

Here I am, powerless
Right before you now
So, what you gonna do to me, my friend?
Put a stake through all my plans?
Well it feels really good, and that’s kind of absurd

Here I am, helplessly
holding out these hands
Relieved they’re not strong anymore
And I feel the Kalahari glow,
burning the same hole
but it’s pushing me forward

Gonna make it even wider
There was something about your dark love
And isn’t it a funny word…
Power