"A Spell Identified" I don't know why I'll never be, my prayer feels so much less than free; The wish I'd fill could not be right, for a wrong thing not meant to fly; and it's not cool to tell me lies I'd hope to break the spell identified; It's hard to do, 'cause I've got naught to sell and lie; I can help you I can hurt you You are mine to amplify All the feelings that you knew are breaking down a little light Take away all that I know and replace it with the good of lies Hope for me is all I read from the mouth of properly placed pride |