Don’t mind me, please
Pay me no attention, listen I know what it looks like to you
I’m almost sure it appears
That I’m only standing here for no apparent reason at all
Actually I’m more than sure you’ve asked yourself “why is he just standing there, drenched and soaked from the rain?
And I can’t tell if those are tears or if the rain has begun to over flood the floors of his eyes.
Is that guys neck okay? Because he has been standing there starring at the sky for hours now.”
Yeah, I know. I know what it looks like
But I’m waiting for God
I’m waiting for him to open the sky for me
I’ve been trying to reach it for years
But…well…the…the problem is, I don’t have enough imagination to fly
Amongst giants I was born as a peon so I’m too short to touch his clouds
Yet as small as I am my burdens weigh on me. I’m too heavy to walk on thin air
Yeah
I know what it looks like
I know that it may appear
As if I’m just standing here
But today I’m waiting for God
I’m waiting for him to open the sky
I want to be here when he notices that he left a soul behind.
-Cash
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