I go home sit down and think about life as I want it to be
but then I know that will not happen because my family
does not have time, so I grew out of it, and I
became a singer in my house, that sometimes made my
family nuts!
So as the wind goes past my hair, and I walk into the frontyard
to sing my pains away, I think of my future, and the trees of life that
surround me, because I have the power to choose what I want
So please cry for me, please take my tears away, and then rip my wings
away, so that I do not have to suffer anymore,
because my twilight is almost gone, which is my life.
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