Make Me A Sword

I'm small, and you're smaller

The dirt you kick makes me older

The wind is sharp, and it's bruising

Your whims will always confuse me

I'm blown around and put down

My heart, it breaks when you use me

Make me a sword to point against me

I'll be your shield if it protects me

From the silent rage, never-ending

I'll play the fool, I'm not pretending

A curse that I keep on lifting

Returns me to the beginning

A rock and a hill that I'm convincing

I'll see the end of it

Every breath you take

Every ground that shakes

All the rocks you kick

Every stone and stick

The silent rage

The turning page is

A revolving door I can't ignore

Every breath you take

Every ground that shakes

All the rocks you kick

Every stone and stick

The silent rage is

The turning pages

I'm shed anew in spite of you

Make me a sword to point against me

I'll be your shield if it protects me

From the silent rage, never-ending

I'll play the fool, I'm not pretending

You said the strings would set me free

To keep me on a golden leash

And I'll never stop performing

I'll play the fool, I'll always be