The Iconoclast

I dream big for you

I’ll vanish when it’s due

What’s your story?

Where’s your end?

My sweet child

For you I’ll die

No air

No space

But I’m flying over mountains up here, there’s no pain

Who am I?

Who am I?

Can I be your dream?

Can I change your life?

Find the abundance in life

Love can be cunning and disguised

Be pure and be wild for your soul

Ask for forgiveness

And let things go

Kill the abundance of hate

Don’t search for freedom in the states

Too many soldiers around

Too many children in the ground

Seek the apostle from the past

Bury his wisdom, my dear iconoclast

Forgive your mother for growing old

Forgive your father for growing cold

Find the abundance in your life

Cut out the anger with a knife

Look at it wildly, let it go

And accept the freedom in your soul

So many dreams and so many bodies, so many faces all around

Following something, following people, someone lonely gets left behind

Making up stories, ****ing with evil, I’ll **** everything up in my life

Give me some headspace, give me a mirror, I need to lean into myself for a while Pouring up red wine into a small glass, taking a break

Seeking out answers in all the wrong places, it’s expensive to be alive

And we saw a dead man, faceless, no name-tag, grass bending down all around

But we found a rainbow there in his glasses, notorious for its design

Can I protect you, Godly creation, and denounce everything I call mine?

Can I protect you, Godly creation, and denounce everything I call mine?

Can I protect you?

Can I protect you?

Can I protect you?

Can I protect you?

Can I protect you?