Everyone that saw me said, “he’s a little bit angry.”
But you saw right through me, that I was a little bit lonely
I was all right, as long as you didn’t lay your hands on me
But you had to touch me, you touched me with your soul
And held me down inside of you, deep inside of you
Why did you imprison me with the heart that binds
And with the love that blinds myself from me
From the time that I was born, no one ever touched me
You can’t blame me for being young, when I was young
Did I keep myself from them, did I push them away
When I touched them with a heart that would not, could not
So how did you get to me, how did you get into me
Did you do it or am I feeling myself, trying to be free
From the heart that has kept me locked inside
So I didn’t even try not me no, not me – not trying
Giving everything without trying, not thinking it could be
I was all right, as long as you didn’t lay your hands on me
But you had to touch me, you touched me with your soul
And held me down inside of you, deep inside of you
Everyone that knew me said, “he’s a fighter not a lover”
Why couldn’t they see, I a runner not a fighter
Only fighting with myself, I can’t get away from me
Can’t find away out of lonely into the light of see
If it’s them or if it’s me, running into not away
From the day from today into tomorrow, not yesterday
I was all right, as long as you didn’t lay your hands on me
But you had to touch me, you touched me with your soul
And held me down inside of you, deep inside of you

© 1997   Tim D. Coulter Sr.