They don’t understand.
Everything gotta be their way.
They don’t seem to care.
It’s always their way, day after day.
When will they see?
I need to be free.
Yes, like a bird.
Tell me when I will be heard.
Why can’t they see?
That’s my say.
I’m not going to plead because it’s a childish play.
They just don’t know.
Everything’s a bore, day by day.
I’m caged in, that’s for sure.
Page by page
Where’s the door?
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 10:46 AM UTC
They don’t understand.
Everything gotta be their way.
They don’t seem to care.
It’s always their way, day after day.
When will they see?
I need to be free.
Yes, like a bird.
Tell me when I will be heard.
Why can’t they see?
That’s my say.
I’m not going to plead because it’s a childish play.
They just don’t know.
Everything’s a bore, day by day.
I’m caged in, that’s for sure.
Page by page
Where’s the door?
(c) 2000 Wayne Andrew Paskell