autumn child....
46 MY SONG I’m the one in the back row, one foot out the door. I leave the centre 4 the 1s who like 2 embrace the floor. Not that I’ve got nothing 2 say I just can’t do it alone. I need beat, rhythm melody & words in the shape of a poem. I don’t talk much, U can get 2 know me through my song. If U listen up maybe you’ll wanna sing along. I know times R tough, I’m up 4 connecting 2 share the load, but I don’t want bluff. Talk in black & white there’s no rainbow. Try 2 speak a little louder, try 2 stand my ground. After years a course or 3 I’m still that same scared mouse. Still I got this music 2 share what’s on my mind. 2 reach out 2 U, 2 say I don’t talk much. U can get 2 know me through my song. D-d-diamonds in the rough. Digga dig dig maybe we’ll find out whats going on. I know times R tough, I’m up 4 connecting 2 share the load. But I don’t want bluff. Talk in black & white, there’s no rainbow. Wanna B my friend. Wanna B yours. Speak from the Heart. Know how 2 pause. No look-@-me-ers here. No know-it-alls. When the Tower of Babel falls, the meek will have the floor. The meek will have the floor.