Life is a poem, a dance
Sometimes a question to ask
I might get it wrong I don’t care
Mmmmm.
No bird sings because it has an answer
A bird sings because it has a song
I want to please my parents
And be a good success
I want to meet the expectations
As I fly out of the nest
But did you see the things I built
With blocks and tinker toys
I could build a music hall
Where people make a good good noise
I started out in college
parents paved my way
With a rubber stamp on my flight path
The whole academic fray
A profession may be surer
But drawing was my thing
And I ask you just one question
What if I do what makes me sing?
I understand their reasons
And honor them every day
I’m not a little fledgling
I have to figure out my own way
Love my parents and love who they are
But in that nest I don’t belong
I won’t be what I am not
I want to sing my own damn song