I have this so called life
And I live it in my so called way
But it’s not so much of my own
For other’s comment on me
Why can’t I be free
From all this allegation
Isn’t it but prompt
That I stay the same way
I have many of a face
Some I show
Some I hide
And other’s have died
For in every day of my life
I live as someone I’m not
Rather as someone they want to see
But now I’m on my own
And there’s no stopping me
I won’t run away to the backdoor
I’d rather be out in the front door
I’m here facing the sun
Walking my road
And I’m on my way
Life is a very short passage
And everything else will take its place
Yes the sunshine
Touching my skin
Nothing more beautiful than that
And now I’ll let everybody know
That I’d rather be out the front door
So old life I say goodbye
And I’ll be on my way.
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