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• Artiste: Bebo Norman
• Titre: The Hammer Holds
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A shapeless piece of steel, that's all I claim to be This hammer pounds to give me form, this flame, it melts my dreams I glow with fire and fury, as I'm twisted like a vine My final shape, my final form I'm sure I'm bound to find So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold But my dreams are not the issue here, for thee, the hammer holds And the water, it cools me gray, and the hurt's subdued somehow I have my shape, this sharpened point, what is my purpose now? And the question still remains, what am I to be? Perhaps some perfect piece of art displayed for all to see So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the flames And hurt a little, hurt for me my future is untold But my dreams are not the issue here, for thee, the hammer holds The hammer pounds again, but flames I do not feel This force that drives me, helplessly, through flesh, and wood reveals A burn that burns much deeper, it's more than I can stand The reason for my life was to take the life of a guiltless man So dream a little, dream for me in hopes that I'll remain And cry a little, cry for me so I can bear the pain And hurt a little, hurt for me, my future is so bold But my dreams are not the issue here, for thee, the hammer holds This task before me may seem unclear But it, my maker holds