What A Man

Will Stelter

Don’t cut my roots of at the heel,
Cause I’m attached to you and your bark.
Sand is just giant stones, I’ve worn down,
Mountains torn apart.

Follow me, Follow me, Follow me
Follow me, Follow me, Follow me

What is there in emptiness,
If it’s described as emptiness, or a loss of bliss.
I can stand, I’m a man, if there ever was a man,
Who could stand as well as me.

Now you see, now you see, now you breathe
Now you see, now you see, now you breathe

What if, you could glimpse my heart,
Would it build you up, or tear you apart?
Lost, sitting in the dark,
Completely at a loss for words, and work.
And it works, for me.

What a man, I can stand, on my own two feet again,
What a man, could stand as well as me,
Or scrap without apologies.

Follow me.

What is there in emptiness, if it’s described as emptiness.
Or a loss of bliss.