He said I said she said we said they said you said everyone said no one said
perhaps the world spoke
perhaps nothing changed
perhaps everything and everyone flipped over their head
maybe I was born one time and the born again
maybe the window in my room is the door to hell
Or maybe the stars are eyes filled with rage
and maybe Jesus wasn\'t meant to die in pain
why do children cry at the instance of birth?
why does no one answer when I pray in bed?
maybe I have died and then died again
maybe the wind and the trees whisper my name...
Maybe
Or maybe nothing happens and it\'s all in my head.
The world that surrounds me keeps going ahead,
Be I willing or not to that accept,
Willing or not to move on or to stay,
Willing or not to live or be dead.