A Beautiful Prison

You said your life is your own
But is it?
All the stories you told
Did anybody listen?
Everything that you’ve known
Now it’s gone do you miss it?

In a beautiful prison
And there’s no way home
You’re surrounded by strangers
Who number you as their own

They watch you stare out to sea
A mystery
Every face in the street
Says you just need convincing
All they want from you is peace
But you can’t stop resisting

In a beautiful prison
And there’s no way home
You’re surrounded by strangers
Who number you as their own

They’ll be, they’ll be, they’ll be seeing you

Disappear
Disappear into the crowd
You’re just one of the crowd
You’ll see, you’ll see
You’re just one of the crowd
You’ll see, you’ll see…
But you’re not one of the crowd
And maybe they’ll see…

In a beautiful prison
And there’s no way home
You’re surrounded by strangers
But still you’re always your own…

The War in Me

The mask I wear, I wear for you
So afraid of what you’d do
If you saw me for all in all
All my scars, and all my flaws

The war, the war you see in me
The moments I can’t breathe
I try to hide all this darkness inside
And keep it behind a façade, but it’s destined to break
And that’s a chance I just have to take

When the lights are turned this way
It always feels like somebody’s mistake
Another day and all its doubts
How long, I wonder, will I live under this cloud?

The war, the war you see in me
The moments I can’t breathe
I try to hide all this darkness inside
And keep it behind a façade, but it’s destined to break
And that’s a chance I just have to take

And I know that I’m hardly alone
In search water among these dry bones
In the dark, you say it’s all right
But how, I wonder, would it be in the light?

We are none of us a masterpiece
Just works in progress still

Voices

The rain comes
On its own
In spite of all our plans
A shadow moves
And fear takes hold
No matter what we tell ourselves

And right now a mother’s singing to her baby
She can’t take away the pain
But she knows that maybe

We may not have much power in this world
But friends, we’ve still got our voices

Some endings
Are written much too fast
And not how we imagine them
Memories
Can disappear so soon
Like footprints lost beneath the tide

Maybe all we love was never meant to last.
But the better part of me’s saying, “Not so fast.”

We may not have much power in this world
But friends, we’ve still got our voices

The truth is
It’s out there
But more delicate than I could know
Our blind spots
We hold so dear
The swords on which we throw ourselves

I can fill your heart with neither love nor rancor
But I can tell you stories of
Forgiveness and of anger

We may not have much power in this world
But friends, we’ve still got our voices