I take some paper on my hand And with a pencil draw a man The dream of what Id really, really like to be A man with courage in his brow Whos licked his doubts and fears somehow A warrior of great nobility But who am I? Just a wandering kid A cipher on the wall, not even brave at all! And wheres my dream like his that I would fight for? And wheres my cause like his that I would die for? And in his eyes hes not a afraid Because you see hes got it made The dream of what Id really, really like to be A brave and noble, fiery youth Whos not afraid to die for truth Whos tall and straight, but best of all hes free! But who am I? Such a fool as I am A cipher on the wall, not even brave at all! And wheres my dream like his that I would fight for? And wheres my cause like his that I would die for? But still the papers ion my hand And every day I sketch that man Who knows the truth and what lifes all about! My conscience says I should be him I guess I could at least begin But chances are Id probably strike out
wheres, cipher, brave, who, really