David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
David Wilcox
Your cast was taped over with plastic bags
'Cause you wanted to wade in the waves
You held your arm high but the water got in
And it itched like hell the next day
The strength that you need, you doubted
The cast was getting rotten inside
But what would it feel like without it
Weakness needs a place to hide
Doc said the cast is gonna have to come off
Try to get by with a brace
You opened your fingers so slowly at first
With a terrified look on your face
I knew what that look on your face meant
Though you didn't have courage to speak
You wished they would cast a replacement
You felt broken like you're way too weak
But the doctor explained what would happen
You atrophy the longer it stays
If you wear an old cast like it's fashion
What's beneath will just wither away
Have mercy for lives that are shattered
Cast with hard doctrine and creed
If it's only the idols that mattered
Plaster would be all they need