I stopped looking for my other half in other people the moment I realized I was already whole within myself. I find no shame in my solitude now that alone I do not feel lonely.
She changed He noticed it in her eyes The last time he acknowledged her was before he left When fresh tears came out her eyes When she dedicated her love to him But no matter what she did she couldn't stop him from leaving Her eyes held sadness and love That he had never seen in anyone before The kind of eyes when someone betrays you This time Her eyes had fire And as he stood and looked at her Her hair and the wind Her eyes and the sun This time This time he saw her worth Her love Her strength But this time she was strong enough to fight Strong enough to say no.
A free bird leaps on the back Of the wind and floats downstream Till the current ends and dips his wing In the orange suns rays And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage Can seldom see through his bars of rage His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill Of things unknown but longed for still And his tune is heard on the distant hill for The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze And the trade winds soft through The sighing trees And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream His wings are clipped and his feet are tied So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with A fearful trill of things unknown But longed for still and his Tune is heard on the distant hill For the caged bird sings of freedom.
it's the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here's a **** and here's a **** and here's trouble.
only each time you think well now I've learned: I'll let her do that and I'll do this, I no longer want it all, just some comfort and some *** and only a minor love.
now I'm waiting again and the years run thin. I have my radio and the kitchen walls are yellow. I keep dumping bottles and listening for footsteps.
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening. they have a young boy and a girl. by 9 p.m. all the lights in the house are out. the next morning both man and wife rise early again and go to work. they return in early evening. By 9 p.m. all the lights are out.
the house next door makes me sad. the people are nice people, I like them.
but I feel them drowning. and I can't save them.
they are surviving. they are not homeless.
but the price is terrible.
sometimes during the day I will look at the house and the house will look at me and the house will weep, yes, it does, I feel it.