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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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Ive 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 theyll be kind and pull me up off the ground. When they dont, 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. Im 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.
Id 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.
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janie
... [
2005-05-21 10:28:56] (Date/Time posted on
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