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