The Wrong Ending - Track 08 - Philosopher's Stone

All net proceeds from my channel, Patreon and Substack go towards LGBTQ2+ charities. 🌈 ❤️ PATREON:   / arthurthatch   SUBSTACK: https://attheendofthepage.substack.com/ --- “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.” ~ She Who Will Not Be Named “And braver still, to stand against the people who once inspired us.” ~ Arthur Thatch --- LYRICS: Here's a bandage. Another bowl of soup. Take my jacket, it's cold. Let me help you. Responsibility is not What's under attack Resources are all I lack Not enough time Not enough money Not enough energy The well runs dry Sometimes But I I Can still try What would you do with power Would you hoard mountains of gold Build skyscrapers to steal the moon Create the Philosopher's Stone What I would do with power Is feed the people Make warm rooms Thatch every roof Mend every steeple Sure some have magic Have cities that rend At the wave of a wand Or the sweep of their pen No thought To what they spend Or who they have To bend But I don't need A special stone To tell me how To take care of my home I don't need a spell To make a world I'm not asking for Permission this time To step out of line Because I know What's right Hammer up One more plank Bridges were not Built in a day One more bowl Don't forget to smile You're gonna be here for a while Even if I dig My grave Looking for someone new To save What would you do with power When you heard the call Would you look down on them Make them cry call them small What I would do with power Is patch the roads Water fields Shelter storms Hand out meals Build them homes! On my back I can keep All the cracks From breaking On my back I can make up For what I lack No I'm alright ma'am Thank you for asking No I'm just fine sir Can't you see I'm smiling? No I'm okay Always, I promise, go about your day I refuse To take the easy path Keep your stone Keep your cash However many days It takes to mend I'll even go The wrong way Around the bend And so I step To the train tracks And I sit I sit Just for a minute And watch the trains And listen to the rain Responsibility is waiting Waiting Waiting Waiting And I can carry it No stone I can handle it No spell I will No wand In a minute Even if I dig my grave Looking for someone Someone To save Me