Bus

bus

fear is a bus that picks me up

a scheduled transport everyday

it slowly but steadily disarrays me

here comes the bus to pick me up

a little late with traffic jam

i pick a seat and read the papers

the only passenger I can see

is guilt and it stears how I feel

now people don t be strict with me

I am blind and my heart is weak

i imagine what it s like

to take the risk and take a ride

in a boat that s made of paper

as my bus is made of clay

and the tires are too frail

to carry my weight across the federation

no matter where i go i try to get rid of this bag of self accusation

i’m tired of fingers pointing at me

just cause i am deaf and my heart is weak

i imagine what it’s like

to take the risk and take a ride

in a boat that’s made of paper