| I tried to give it to you But you didn't know what it was and backed away I tried to explain But there is no name for it. Try offering butter to a stray cat She'll look at you warily and dart away never getting close enough to understand How do you tell her that it's a present and not a trap? If I run to grab you and shake God in your face would you see? Or would you fight to break free never understanding that it was freedom I was handing you? Stop your hiding and darting and panicked fear I bet you'll never even wonder what it is that I have. You think you already know. |
| 7 January 2005 |
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