Help Me Find Myself Songtext
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Help Me Find Myself Songtext
I wander through the battlefield
A torn and weary soldier
And with every casualty
I′m just one more day older
I remember Denise
And I think maybe I told her
Of an unsolved equation
In the papers of my folder
And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind
She didn't stop to answer me
She said that she must leave me
Maybe she heard me
But just could not believe me
Then I met her image
And I thought that she′d relieve me
But as soon as I had spoken
I knew that she'd deceive me
And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind
I found a path and followed it
To where I do not know
I thought that in the chapel ground
Maybe my fruits would grow
A preacher said he'd help me
To learn all there was to know
But he was feeding from his Bible
And stopped thinking long ago
And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind
I′ve heard wise men talking
Of how to play the game
They proclaim the source of life
But die off just the same
And those who they supported
Are crippled now and lame
And limp away to hide within
The shadows of their shame
And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind
A torn and weary soldier
And with every casualty
I′m just one more day older
I remember Denise
And I think maybe I told her
Of an unsolved equation
In the papers of my folder
And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind
She didn't stop to answer me
She said that she must leave me
Maybe she heard me
But just could not believe me
Then I met her image
And I thought that she′d relieve me
But as soon as I had spoken
I knew that she'd deceive me
And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind
I found a path and followed it
To where I do not know
I thought that in the chapel ground
Maybe my fruits would grow
A preacher said he'd help me
To learn all there was to know
But he was feeding from his Bible
And stopped thinking long ago
And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind
I′ve heard wise men talking
Of how to play the game
They proclaim the source of life
But die off just the same
And those who they supported
Are crippled now and lame
And limp away to hide within
The shadows of their shame
And I search for myself
Maybe you can help me
Find myself and teach me my own mind
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