I am not the man

the one

babylon

I am not the taker of souls we know from old

cold

like the icy wind.

I am not him.

I am not born with a silver spoon

I do not have room 

in my mind for the kind of thoughts

that they possess

I am not less than him

I do not skim 

the waters

I will not accept 

what they have taught us

I will not go under

I will not wonder

what it's like to be there

where?

there

The master of the air

the sea

the land

I will not take their hand'

do not need their help

I am a man of means

I mean

I glean

a living every day

any way I can

I am 

me

I am 

free

I walk the world of men with head held high

'cause I know why they do 

the things they do

they do

beleive

I am a thief

because I take my time

My time

the time I give them from my time 

becomes their time

I must not complain

I must not whine 

on their time

My time is running out 

I shout

I need more time

Show me a sign

Show me the way to seize the day

'cause I must make a stand or die today

I'm just not sure I can

because I

am not

the man.