You can take my dreams in the palm of your hand, and crush it with your fist.
You can call me I’m a liar, an addict, a fool, and toss me in the mist.
You can pull my lids over my eyes and take away my song.
But you’ll NEVER break my spirit – for that I am too strong.
Soft spoken words don’t ease your pain.
It just makes you curse my name.
Soft spoken words don’t break this curse.
It just makes your fury worse.
The more you pluck the feathers from my wings, the more my heart grows wild.
The more you teach me the lessons of growing up, the more I become a child.
You fury, your fire, your anger, your rage – just leaves me feeling cold.
The more I am dancing to the rhythm of life, the more you are growing old.
Soft spoken words don’t ease your pain.
It just makes you curse my name.
Soft spoken words don’t break this curse.
It just makes your fury worse.
Every time I try to show you the sun, you prefer to bath in the rain.
Every time I’m pouring my medicine down your throat, you shout and kick with pain.
Making me feel guilty for trying to be me. Making me feel ugly for trying to see.
Is it me who’s obsessed with flying, or is it you that need to be free?
Soft spoken words don’t ease your pain.
It just makes you curse my name.
Soft spoken words don’t break this curse.
It just makes your fury worse.
