Ribbons
Some silk, some cotton,
Ribbons are all I see.

Around the wrist,
Tied in a bow,
Why don't you let it flow?

People like to choose your ribbon,
To make it nice and neat.
To cut away the fraying ends,
To hide away the seams.

They choose the colour
The style, the bow.

But what if you undid the knot
and loosened up the ends?

What if you chose the colour
And put it in your hair.
You choose the style and got rid of the bow.
The stares aren't very fair.

But why don't you help undo that tight bow around their wrist,
And let their ribbon free,
You'll watch it flow away in the wind,
And let them choose who they'll be.

Now all you see are ribbons,
Aloof, and loud, and proud.
All the colours and styles are wild!

In peoples hair!
Their everywhere!
Look at the peoples smile!

Ribbons
Some silk, some cotton
Ribbons are all I see.