(Cling)
What hope do I hold
When I’m next to the rest?
For I am not very bold
And I’m far from the best.
What hope do I have
Among Romeo Montague,
Who leapt into death
With one swift swoon.
What hope do I have
Among Mister Clark Kent,
The Man of Steel
Who remains unbent.
What hope do I have
Among Martin Luther King,
Who wore his heart on the outside
Rather then the hue of his skin.
What hope do I have
Among men like Jesus,
Who took his own body
And broke it in pieces.
What hope can I hold
When I’m next to the rest,
For I am not very bold
And I am so far from the best.
I’ve never climbed a mountain
Without losing my breath.
And I’ve never held a woman
Without being scared to death.
Perhaps there is nothing that I truly lack,
For rather then standing next to others
I should simply stand in back.
The question I have for each father and sage
Does the path I trek become easier in years
Or even harder with age?
No
I’ve planned a new trip
And followed my heart,
I took life’s script
And rewrote my part.
I’ll embrace my own way
Rather then try to condemn,
I’ll discard the man
that I’ve been made,
And just be the man I am.
What hope do I hold
When I’m next to the rest?
For I am not very bold
And I’m far from the best.
What hope do I have
Among Romeo Montague,
Who leapt into death
With one swift swoon.
What hope do I have
Among Mister Clark Kent,
The Man of Steel
Who remains unbent.
What hope do I have
Among Martin Luther King,
Who wore his heart on the outside
Rather then the hue of his skin.
What hope do I have
Among men like Jesus,
Who took his own body
And broke it in pieces.
What hope can I hold
When I’m next to the rest,
For I am not very bold
And I am so far from the best.
I’ve never climbed a mountain
Without losing my breath.
And I’ve never held a woman
Without being scared to death.
Perhaps there is nothing that I truly lack,
For rather then standing next to others
I should simply stand in back.
The question I have for each father and sage
Does the path I trek become easier in years
Or even harder with age?
No
I’ve planned a new trip
And followed my heart,
I took life’s script
And rewrote my part.
I’ll embrace my own way
Rather then try to condemn,
I’ll discard the man
that I’ve been made,
And just be the man I am.
1 comment:
Romeo was an immature teenage little bitch. You're leaps and bounds ahead of him.
Clark Kent is also no better than you. You're forgetting last week, when you flew backwards around the world to turn time back so I could go back to the moment before i dropped my cookie on the ground.
Martin Luther King reminded us that all men are created equal. That includes you.
Jesus asks you to strive to be like him, and to love - two things I see you do every day.
You're more than you think.
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