Have a good weekend
I walk along the city streets
So dark with rage and fear
And I
I wish that I could be that bird
And fly away from here
I wish I had the wings to fly away from here, yeah
But Mamma I feel so low
Mamma where do I go?
Mamma what do I know?
Mamma we reap what we sow
They always said that you knew best
But this little bird’s fallen out of that nest now
I’ve got a feeling that it might have been blessed
So I’ve just got to put these wings to test
For I am just a troubled soul
Who’s weighted, weighted to the ground
Give me the strength to carry on
Till I can lay my burden down
January 4th, 2013 at 4:30 pm
I love Annie!
p.s. I finally put your blog and pdov’s too in my google reader, like two years overdue.