Metasong

Am I supposed to be beautiful?
Am I supposed to mean something?
Am I supposed to be understood?
Or just to be entertaining?
Am I supposed to calm you down?
Am I supposed to wake you up?
Am I supposed to make you dance?
Am I supposed to turn you on?
From dances to lullabies
From prayers, marches to battle-cries:
I don’t know if I am supposed to be sung
Or to be howled
I changed the world so many times
I set you free with a few rhymes
I healed your solitude and pain
I made you smile and strong again
I am as old as humanity
And I belong to everybody
I belong to laughs, sweat or tears
And I am stronger than frontiers
So if I come from your throat
So if I come from your guts
So if I come from your heart
So if I come from your cuts
Then why do you sell me
As a pimp sells his whore?
I can’t handle being empty
And bland anymore
From dances to lullabies
From prayers, marches to battle-cries:
I don’t know what I’m supposed to be…
From dances to lullabies
From prayers, marches to battle-cries:
I don’t know if I am supposed to be sung
Or to be howled