Colin Coplin - Drop Stone

If I should slit my vein with my pen
And used my blood to write you a song
Would you think I'm crazy, would you stop me baby,
Or would you help to push it along

Now if all the words, that then fill the page
Lie in code and spelt out your name
Would you think me worldly, would think I'm worthy
Or would you think I'm slightly insane

Drop stone, cobwebs of hope
Lie tangled in the breezes that blows
Who knows, what they got 'til it goes
Death by a million cuts, or you grow

If I could sing in a voice so pure
Like an angel from a heavenly choir
Would you rush to praise me, would you canonize me
Or would you simply turn a deaf ear

If all the words that I wrote did come true
And your heart was besieged by love
Would you let me conquer, would you let me labor
Or would you suicide and be gone

Drop stone, cobwebs of hope
Lie tangled in the breezes that blows
Who knows, what they got 'til it goes
Death by a million cuts, or you grow


Copyright Colin Coplin 2012

Colin Coplin

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