Voice Has Changed

Open my eyes and I turn to the east
Close my eyes to a lifestyle in the west
Suspicious of the reason for a gift and of the hand
Painting pictures of a woman of a man
Open my wings and I fly to the south
You give me crap and say it’s for the best
Lots of little people feeding people in the square
Marching up and down waving banners in the air
I opened my arms as I ran to the south
Recycling words I screamed for more
Stumbling to my feet I took a message to the hand
Constructing pictures of a woman of a man
In ignorant confusion I turned to the east
Closed my eyes to a family in the west
Lots of little people leading people in the square
Marching up and down waving banners in the air
Open my eyes and I turn to the east
Close my eyes to a place in the west
Painting little pictures of a room and of a man
Believing as only a dreamer really can
I open my wings and I fly to the south
You give me crap and say it’s for the best
Lots of little people eating people in the square
Marching up and down waving banners in the air
THE VOICE HAS CHANGED