Scathed

I met a crazy man last night
he said we were all fingers of god
clothed in fragile, mortal flesh
our lives leaving traces

Between the darkness and the light
our journey stains us with the color
criss-crossing the face of this world
black-and-white finger-paints of god

I met a wild woman last night
she hurt me in places I didn't know I had
showed me how to do things I've never done before
how to help her calm herself

she told me there is no difference
between pleasure and pain
she said it's all a matter of perspective
It depends on where the rest of you resides

I'm not looking for a change
I'm not searching for a dream
Everyone thinks I'm strange
But I'm just scathed

I met a child last night
she asked me a million questions
I tried to explain what she didn't understand
I wished I could help her to see

One day, I told her, you'll be in that place
the mysteries unfurling in front of you
hope it's still a long time away
because you'll never be able to go home again . . .

I'm not looking for a change
I'm not searching for a dream
everyone thinks I'm strange
but I'm just scathed

I'm not looking for a change
and I am just what I seem
I'm not looking for a change
I'm just looking to be scathed.

words and music by J Franklin Evans