Bebo Norman - The Hammer Holds
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 they
The hammer holds
The water cools me gray,
And the hurt 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 work 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 they
The hammer holds
And a 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 they
The hammer holds
This task before me may seem unclear
But it, my maker holds
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