I wash my hands with tears
of the past
for nothing so perfect
ever lasts
the river keeps flowing
as do I
past the tall standing trees
growing high
nature whispers quiet
history
the rocks all tell a tale
we can't see

My rhythm through my veins
and the blood
in my brain
All know my story
All know my pain
But who are you to guess?
my story's nothing less
than a wrong move in a
game of chess

The traffic noise mixed with
melodies
of cracked pianos and
un-tuned keys
the pianist plays in
ignorance
for he plays unheard chords
in silence
and the people slouching
in their cars
know nothing of all the
unheard bars

My rhythm through my veins
and the blood
in my brain
All know my story
All know my pain
But who are you to guess?
my story's nothing less
than a wrong move in a
game of chess

From the soft soil beneath
brown bare feet
to the harsh black color
of concrete
who's to say we're not
all the same
that inside of us burns
the same flame
and in us all is a
beating heart
with broken keys playing
songs from start


My rhythm through my veins
and the blood
in my brain
All know my story
All know my pain
But who are you to guess?
my story's nothing less
than a wrong move in a
game of chess