Prodigal

Faith and The Muse

Mother and father, sister and friend
It's not that I embrace the end
It's simply that I feel too deeply
Towards what I see around me

But this is not escape
This is my way
Oh father, mother I find
The people here are so unkind

And strangers trample blindly
They've lost all common courtesy
This is not escape
This is my way

When I was a child I knew I'd never die
Like an unknown god that was watching through my eyes
And I was strange and I was old
Watched the future past unfold

Their toys are getting complicated
But no one's any brighter
More doors are locked and bolted
But no one's any stronger

Oh brother, sister I see
You are not happier that me
But you will all pretend to be
To prove there's something wrong with me

But this is not escape
This is my way
And I may or may not change