They say your are welcome they say come on in but the house you walk in is nothin' but a burdon maybe even a sin. It should be some where where they say do well my child but instead they speak words of fowl. What is it that i do today? Am I ugly, did I smile, do I have a crooked look on my face? I feel like I'm a burdon and i put fear into other peoples lives and now i am subjected to a house full of spies. what should i do where can i go? Will i ever find a place to call my own? No I guess not and oh what a shame, I've never been so afraid to speak my own name. I forever walk alone but I guess that's what you get in a house and mot a Home.
January 14, 2009