To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield

Brand New- Sowing Season

Before you put my body in the cold ground,
Take some time to warm it with your hand,
Before it’s coming to an end, yeah.

Do you miss the blend,
Of colors she left in your black and white field?
Do you feel condemned just being there? 

I am not your friend.
I am just a man who knows how to feel.
I am not your friend.
I’m not your lover.
I’m not your family.