singing is sometimes just crying out loud

if i could touch the feeling
wrap my mind around it
long enough to express it
in words that you might understand
what would you do?
what if you knew

how powerful the feeling
can be when empowered
long enough to share it
in words and eye contact and touch
we can't deny
don't even try
unless you want to know what life is like
living a lie

the bored and the caring
watch endless soap operas
that mimick the feelings
they repress inside

the pretense of sharing
the fear driven cop-outs
that support delusions
that hide where we hide

the self-condemnation
and false recreation
reverse annihilation
disguised suicide

the lost understanding
the holy commanding
and the current pandering
to all your faux pride

and the wonder buried deep in you
when your baby still cried
asks
can you even tell times (when) you told the truth
from the moments you lied?

and the wonder buried deep in you
where your baby still cries
asks
can you even tell times (when) you tell the truth
from the moments you lie?

if i could touch the feeling
wrap my mind around it
long enough to express it
in words that you might understand
what would you do?
what if you knew?
what if you knew?
what would you do?