Scarecrow
Unraveling Redemption: A Scarecrow's Reflection on Life's Promises
Lyrics
i put my faith
I place my trust
in the absence of something better
In the absence of a superior option
if it doesn't fit then its out of reach for me
If it doesn't align, then it's beyond my grasp
i'm a tightly wound mess
I am tightly wound, experiencing inner turmoil
neatly perched inside my own distress
Situated comfortably within my own distress
and you talk of freedom
You speak of freedom
that means nothing to me
Which holds no significance for me
and then you say
And then you state
how we ever gonna know if there's something better
How will we ever know if there's a better option
is the only way to know ourselves to go too far
Is the only way to understand ourselves to venture too far
i spend my days in a fear
I spend my days in fear
one day a wind will blow me away
A day will come when a wind will carry me away
the only thing that keeps me here
The only thing anchoring me here
are these strings of mine that hold me down
Are these constraints holding me down
i watch the rise and fall of a thousand days
I witness the cyclical nature of numerous days
it means nothing to me
It holds no significance for me
cause i've been promised redemption
Because I've been promised salvation
for a life time wasted in these golden fields
For a lifetime squandered in these prosperous fields
so far so good so many promises
Up to this point, everything seems fine, with many assurances
swinging in the wind directions something that i can't control
Swinging in the wind, a direction I can't influence
creation eludes me its all just waiting time here in this field
Creativity escapes me, it's all just a waiting game in this field
nothing but a scarecrow waiting for the world to tear me down
Merely a scarecrow awaiting the world to dismantle me
how we ever gonna know
How will we ever know
if there's something better
If there's something better
how are we gonna come to be the same
How will we ever become similar
if we come to fair to realise
If we're too afraid to realize
how we ever gonna become
How will we ever evolve into
something better then what we've become
Something better than what we've become
or are we just scarecrows just waiting?
Or are we just scarecrows, waiting?
or are we just...
Or are we just...
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