Twelve PercentThis world contains untold beauty
Just lift your head and look around.
But oh, your past can make you see
From your chains on the filthy ground.
I wish you'd take my outstretched hand,
Sit on my shoulders, here's my gift
It cuts your chain, the feeling's grand,
A twelve percent perception shift.
Guilt ApologyI should not have made you guilty,
It really is not fair.
I'd never want to make you sad,
What a cause for my despair.
Most people don't deserve you,
You're above us in the air.
But today if you forgive me,
Tomorrow I'll join you there.