The Heart of Man

Some things that my father spoke still haunt me - 

as a father's words do to their sons

"Never gain the world at the cost of no companion

Never feel defeated by that which you have overcome 

There is grace in God's allowing our found suffering"

When the dark caves in and the light fades easy 

and the final breath is breathed and brought to end 

When the world's moved on past the mourning tears and screaming

Tell me, how much will the accolades mean then? 

I was a child then, I merely act a child now 

but though the age of youth has passed me

I'm still lost and much in doubt of who I'm born to be;

Another face among the crowd 

or the spark of revolution with the voice to be shot down? 

I suppose we all are forced to find our proving grounds 

When the dark caves in and the light fades easy 

and the final breath is breathed and brought to end 

When the world's moved on past the mourning tears and screaming

Tell me, how much will the accolades mean then? 

If I was not afraid could I accomplish anything?

If I accomplished everything, could I capture your hearts? 

If I was not afraid could I accomplish anything?

If I accomplished everything, would it comfort my heart? 

If I captured your hearts, would it comfort my heart? 

Can you comfort my heart?

Can I comfort my heart?