To Be... Me
I can't stand to fly, I'm not that naïve.
I'm just out to find, The better part of me.
I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane.
More than some pretty face beside a train,
It's not easy to be me.
Wish that I could cry, Fall upon my knees.
Find a way to lie, About a home I'll never see.
It may sound absurd, But don't be naïve,
Even Heroes have the right to bleed.
I may be disturbed, But won't you concede,
Even Heroes have the right to dream.
It's not easy to be me.
Up, up and away, Away from me. It's all right,
You can all sleep sound tonight. I'm not crazy
or anything.
I can't stand to fly, I'm not that naïve.
Men weren't meant to ride, With clouds between their knees.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet, Digging for kryptonite on this one way street. Only a man in a funny red sheet, Looking for special things inside of me. It's not easy to be me.
2 Comments:
did you write this after i left? GO TO BED! have fun shopping for books tomorrow.
Yeah, isn't the picture sweet? I feel asleep and work back up...then tossed and turned - eventually I felt blogging would solve my problem. Books were good, got a ton of em. Now onto more packing and getting stuff ready, and a few errands
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