The key was in my hand,
I walked through town-
My mind was thrown like a rubber band,
I have called my own.
Dreams are plenty here on earth,
Yet I have seen it for myself,
There goes a flower giving birth,
I hope his baby is in good health.
Old lady, what do you plead,
Your skirt hangs around your knees.
You’re the only one who can lead,
A convention just like these.
Take me higher than a bird,
This place is not for me.
I speak in hushed voices for the word,
I wish to God I were free.
Don’t drown in doubt,
We need to be paying attention now.
I know you can go without,
Another forbidden show.