'Cos we can!
Ideas are such a funny thing.
They inspire us and implore us to reach for the unobtainable.
And sometimes,
They deplore us and force us to be condemned.
We choose what we want and want what we choose. Why? ‘Cos we can. That reminds me of a silly line about why rock stars date super models. ‘Cos they can :-). You don’t see other animals and such trying to aim for ideals or being politically correct. But we bother. We make an extra effort. I think it’s only ‘cos we are touched by things in a different way sometimes.
The mind can be just as weird and funny sometimes. It plays tricks on us. Makes us believe in things that don’t exist. Makes us fight battles that are long lost. And manages to give that iota of hope…just that little bit that will see us through many a stormy night.
Where death doesn’t really touch you; it scars you. I wish I knew why I stood up to things that didn’t matter? Why I fought when I knew I wouldn’t win? Why I showed up at a protest rally when it would do no good? Why I ever tried at all?
I would like to believe we do it ‘cos we can. ‘Cos without that iota of hope… the idea that the cause is just and is not lost is what divides the people who are content from those who are resigned. And I would like to believe that there is more to this world than what happens to you or me.
Stand up for what you believe in. Not just ‘cos it’s in vogue or ‘cos your pals are into it or against it or ‘cos years of imbibed conscience require it of you. Stand up ‘cos it’s what you would do if you believed.
I stand tall, let me talk
We're all the same, with different names
Will you play your role, just as you're told?
Let me talk, let me talk
Won't you come on down, put your feet on the ground
Get in touch with you, let your love come thru
They inspire us and implore us to reach for the unobtainable.
And sometimes,
They deplore us and force us to be condemned.
We choose what we want and want what we choose. Why? ‘Cos we can. That reminds me of a silly line about why rock stars date super models. ‘Cos they can :-). You don’t see other animals and such trying to aim for ideals or being politically correct. But we bother. We make an extra effort. I think it’s only ‘cos we are touched by things in a different way sometimes.
The mind can be just as weird and funny sometimes. It plays tricks on us. Makes us believe in things that don’t exist. Makes us fight battles that are long lost. And manages to give that iota of hope…just that little bit that will see us through many a stormy night.
Where death doesn’t really touch you; it scars you. I wish I knew why I stood up to things that didn’t matter? Why I fought when I knew I wouldn’t win? Why I showed up at a protest rally when it would do no good? Why I ever tried at all?
I would like to believe we do it ‘cos we can. ‘Cos without that iota of hope… the idea that the cause is just and is not lost is what divides the people who are content from those who are resigned. And I would like to believe that there is more to this world than what happens to you or me.
Stand up for what you believe in. Not just ‘cos it’s in vogue or ‘cos your pals are into it or against it or ‘cos years of imbibed conscience require it of you. Stand up ‘cos it’s what you would do if you believed.
I stand tall, let me talk
We're all the same, with different names
Will you play your role, just as you're told?
Let me talk, let me talk
Won't you come on down, put your feet on the ground
Get in touch with you, let your love come thru