who else needs a savior?
who else has a heart?
whose day is over
before it did start?
who else walks the path
of the lonely and sad?
who else?
who feels the wind blow?
who seeks a hand that is never there?
who feels as if the world does not care?
who has a heart
that whimpers its beat
and cries tears of rage
that lie at your feet?
who has lost
the ability to smile?
who feels the wind blow?
who feels the wind blow?
who feels the wind blow?
and stands naked before it?
who feels the pain
but has learned to ignore it?
who else has stopped wondering
what tomorrow will bring?
who else has a song
they somehow can't sing?
who else knows yesterday
could never be?
who else never knew
the meaning of free?
who else feels the tightness
that grips you inside?
that unrelenting longing
that can't be denied?
who feels the wind blow?
who feels the wind blow?
who feels the wind blow?
and stands naked before it?
who feels the emptiness
and has learned to ignore it?
who?
who else has stopped caring
what tomorrow will bring?
who else has stopped wondering
why they no longer sing?
who else just puts one foot
in front of the other
to measure the passing of time
you no longer have to live?
who else sees the hour glass empty
and alone on its skeletal stand?
who else has stopped even caring
what happened to all of the sand?
who else?
who else sees no future
just a series of endless todays
and knows that no matter the cost
everyone eventually pays?
who else feels the wind blow?
who else feels the wind blow?
who else feels the wind blow?
and stands worn and naked before it?
who else gets the sense
that somethings gone wrong
and has learned to simply ignore it?
who else?
who else knows not the meaning of love?
who else knows not the meaning of love?
who else knows not the meaning of love?
who else knows that sense of despair
that can only mean you're alone?
you have given up waiting
for that kindred spirit
and inside the coldness has grown
who else needs a saviour?
who else needs a saviour?
who else wants to lay down and die?
who else sees no problem with this behavior
and does not have to ask why?
who else seeks their solace in song?
when they know that they never will sing?
who else can sense something is wrong
but still struggles to feel anything?
who else?
and I don't understand why
I'm standing up saying it
when I should drop on my knees
and be praying it
but
who else knows there
is no power in prayer?
who waits for things that don't ever come?
who wonders where
all these expectations are from?
who planted the seed
that will never grow
and why it was planted
we'll never know.
who feels the wind blow?
who feels the wind blow?
who needs a savior
I want to know.
who feels the wind blow
and stands naked before it
when there is nothing left
and you learn to ignore it
who else needs a savior?
who else feels the wind blow?
who else knows not the meaning of love?
