What is it that makes me want to scream?
What is it that makes me want to dream?
What is it that attaches me to foolish things
and leaves me sitting on broken swings?
What is it that saves me from the fall
and comforts me when I've lost it all?
What is it that leads me through waters so dark
and then abandons me in the midst of sharks?
What is it that teaches this caged bird to sing?
To sing when the cat is prowling.
To sing when life has clipped my wings.
What is it that teaches me love is pain,
that love is loss and love is gain?
Oh, a fool full of passion I am indeed.
Tell me why I feel the need to discover what is,
and most importantly,
why it has to be.