Seventeen Lyrics

Wheeled out and shaped into patterns that suit
A snapshot a soundbite something to be help up
Regarded and quoted and used
To see through the tiniest window a sight..
That burns our eyes
A voice that trembles a burns our ears
An insight to a world to pushes down
Upon it's inhabitants
We build upon perfect castles
And break our stone to prove a point
Behind doors a body a weary
Holding up basic foundations but no...
We push them further
We kick their feet and we tug their arms
We invite them in and sit them down
We poke and prod their restless hearts