I seem to like to quote songs a lot in this blog, even though I find it somewhat cheesy
Sometimes it is just easier to say what you want to say through somebody elses words
BIRD ON A WIRE
Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, you must not ask for so much.
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, hey, why not ask for more?
Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choirhave tried in my way to be free.
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