The Child with the Loudest Mouth
I am revolving, an engine running that hasn't started.
Is it my fault, that nothing's changing?
I wouldn't blame you, if you left me now.
You're all I've wanted, but given the choices
I just couldn't risk to lose you completely.
What makes a man cradle his worth?
Is it by strength or the weight of his heart?
What makes the truth actually fact?
Is it by faith or the size of the flock,
Or the child with the loudest mouth?
I am returning, like the second coming,
Or a post war fall-out. What have I gotten myself into?
Is there anyone out there with this sinking feeling?
So disappointed, as the market plummets below.
What makes a man cradle his worth?
Is it by strength or the weight of his heart?
What makes the truth actually fact?
Is it by faith or the size of the flock,
Or the child with the loudest mouth?
Oh my Love, where have you gone?
Am I too fleeting to father the load?
Oh my soul, where did you go?
Is it too late to be born again?
A one time resurrection.
I am repeating, I still foster that old sin,
I'm still looking to mend it.