Wind blows through my hair
The grass soft against my feet
Everything seems fair
Even constrained in my seat
I have plenty of food
I'm safe and warm
Even if it's crude
I'm part of the norm
I'm sent to a place
That is padded ceiling to floor
I play with my dress' lace
While I sit there and bore
This is my punishment for speaking
I acted out to Him
The one who's been 'tweaking'
Me since life turned grim
Awful things happen here
But I'm grateful too
That I don't live with fear
The one I once knew
This punishment is minor
I've had it a time too many
For asking about her shiner
And counting to twenty
If I continue rebelling
And I do worse
Then spelling
I'll ride off in a hearse
I've been taken to a big crowd
I'm out of that room
That's when it went loud
And I heard a BOOM
That's the day I was found
The day I was me
I heard no other sound
But those of glee
I never understood
What I hadn't been told
And now I think how could
My parents never want to hold
Me
That was the day I was taught a word
One of beauty and glory
A word that I heard
That is its own story
A story so sweet
Saying I didn't need 'em
That I could meet
A world of freedom
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 9:07 AM UTC
Wind blows through my hair
The grass soft against my feet
Everything seems fair
Even constrained in my seat
I have plenty of food
I'm safe and warm
Even if it's crude
I'm part of the norm
I'm sent to a place
That is padded ceiling to floor
I play with my dress' lace
While I sit there and bore
This is my punishment for speaking
I acted out to Him
The one who's been 'tweaking'
Me since life turned grim
Awful things happen here
But I'm grateful too
That I don't live with fear
The one I once knew
This punishment is minor
I've had it a time too many
For asking about her shiner
And counting to twenty
If I continue rebelling
And I do worse
Then spelling
I'll ride off in a hearse
I've been taken to a big crowd
I'm out of that room
That's when it went loud
And I heard a BOOM
That's the day I was found
The day I was me
I heard no other sound
But those of glee
I never understood
What I hadn't been told
And now I think how could
My parents never want to hold
Me
That was the day I was taught a word
One of beauty and glory
A word that I heard
That is its own story
A story so sweet
Saying I didn't need 'em
That I could meet
A world of freedom
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