The lonely spider reaches out
For what, you might ask?
If not to spin his web then for what?
For his identity
...
I'd still say that I love you,
Even if I could not talk.
And I'd follow you to the end of the earth,
Even if I could not walk.
...
I want you.
in the most honest type of way.
gaze in the fondest type of way.
and there will never be a day
...
The stench of the room
was that of spoiled raw fish.
Everyone was looking around,
searching for its host.
...
Ridiculed,
and for what?
Because I have talent
in my brown skin?
...
If you can hear me, please call me,
because we need to talk.
You see, I've been having a bit of trouble
upholding my Christian walk.
...
The Lonely Spider
The lonely spider reaches out
For what, you might ask?
If not to spin his web then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...
The lonely spider calls out
For what, you might ask?
If not for his mate then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...
The lonely spider waits
For what, you might ask?
If not for his food then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...
'A spider doesn't have feelings! '
How should you know?
'A spider isn't that smart! '
That could be true.
'A spider can never have a real identity! '
And neither could you, or any of us
But we try to find one even if we're not looking
And thats our life... after which we die
What have we done with our life up until then?
Either we've thrown it away, gave it up, wrecked it, lived it up to the fullest, took it for granted, or got far in it.
We still had one.
It's up to us what we shall do with it
Just like the lonely spider
Who will probably just end up on the bottom of your shoe anyways