I am nobody
nothing at all it seems
The wind and the rain
your punching bag
Pain carrier
Something you disdain
i know you love me
I know you do
You say it again and again
Telling me of these burdens you carry
And all the things you do
Well that guilt is mine
It’s a pretty little prize
But it’s a curse to never be new
So i live my life of anger and rage
On a stage built just for you
I am nobody?!
Nothing?!
I AM THE WIND!
I AM THe RAIN!
Your punching bag?
Your pain carrier?
something you disdain?
I know you love me
I know you do
No more of these words you say
I won’t do it any more
Won’t bow my head in shame
Keep all that Angst you carry
And all those things you do
No guilt for me
that’s your’s to carry
I’ll take a different view
I won’t play our silly little game
AS IT’S A CURSE TO NEVER BE NEW!
So I’ll live this life, my life
I’ll take from it what I need
Draw the curtain
HERE I AM!
On a stage built just for me











This is a fantastic piece.
I get a real sense of a theatrical delivery when I read this.
Regards
James