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If Only Life Were Different
Contributed by
janie
on
Saturday, 21st May 2005 @ 10:28:56 AM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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I’ve got a certain type of blues
Those blues where every ray of sunshine is hidden,
Covered by a storming fleet of clouds.
Real happiness seems to be forbidden.
Most of my time is spent down in the dirt
Every time someone walks by
I hope they’ll be kind and pull me up off the ground.
When they don’t, I stare up and think “Why?”
But whenever I grab a caring hand
It lifts me a bit, then drops me down.
The fading footsteps linger in my ears
I wish I were walking, strolling all around
I feel the sensation of dust in my throat.
I’m choking to death, baby !
I need to get up and get out
Maybe I will someday, just maybe.
I stare into the sky and I wish.
I wish I could have the power to fly,
All day and all night with the birds.
Above reality, above the dirt, up high.
I’d give everyone everything they need
If only I got a hand up. If only I flew,
If only I could rise up,
If only I could stop feeling quite so blue.
Copyright ©
janie
... [
2005-05-21 10:28:56] (Date/Time posted on
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